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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

December 10... Grape Wraiths

I looked to Pete's left. He was there, coming straight towards us, our impending doom. We were about to be caught, by a manager nonetheless! But new things must go on. I looked at Pete, who looked at me, and we picked up the bag nervously. Mumbling something about quality, I plucked a single grape off and plopped it in my mouth. As we scurried off, I contemplated the thought...



Like my mom used to do, I had just eaten a grape at the grocery store without paying for it. Whoever said it is stealing hasn't tried it yet.