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How can ANYONE
like such a carcass of fruit- shriveled and holding a disturbing resemblance to clotting blood. Loved only by geezers when made into juice- black and evil. Fibrous remnants of plums forced down a miserable gullet by your grandma when you are sick to "loosen up the pipes a bit." How can ANYONE love a dried out fruit that exists for one sole purpose- TO MAKE YOU POOP!
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