The Grape

It was a Friday morning I woke up in a big place it was purple all around me I was confused. How did my walls paint in that quick I jumped out of bed looking around. I ran to the door and threw it open I started running for an exit then I figued out that I’m in a grape I panicked I asked myself how did I get in here. I thought for a bit on a random desk in a random room “do I have to eat out of here I,” said myself.

Then it explosveded The End

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