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(Sour Grapes) | I’ve Never Liked Grapes & Now I Remember Why | Please Press Play

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Sometime between 4th, 5th or 6th grade, I was lying on the floor of my parents living room watching television. I cannot remember how it started, but before I knew what was happening, my mother, my father and my older brother were holding me down and one was shoving grapes in my mouth. Everyone was laughing and I can remember how awful the taste and texture was.

Tonight, this felt the exact opposite of that awfulness that was the last time I ate grapes.