“You know, I remember the good old days when you could go to the store and buy prunes. I loved the taste of prunes and all their leathery goodness. I miss them. What ever happened to prunes?”
“Prunes. All you ever talk about is prunes. Why don’t you shut up and eat your dried plums.”
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