Every time I'm in my kitchen, I smell the slight sickly sweet smell of mold, and I trace it to the fruit that I keep on a dish on the top of my fridge, and when I go look there, I overturn a grapefruit only to discover that the bottom half is a solid mat of white-grey mold, everywhere I couldn't see when I first glanced at it.
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(This happened in real life, and then I had a dream of the same thing at least 3 or 4 times.)
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