YEZ. A Grape. This is the grape story. Shut up.
You walk up seven sets of stairs, carrying five precious grapes. Yes, only five. You are stupid, go along with it. You drop one; time slows down. You see it drifting through the air slowly, but there isn't anything you can do about it.
Oh no.
You hear the first bang when it hits the floor somewhere down below; maybe the kitchen. You know it's too late. You say goodbye to it and hold its memory close to your heart. "Thank you for serving your grape country. They appreciated your efforts." Second clank. Probably the living room. 1/456th second until it is lost forever.
You wait with remorse for the third clank. There it is. Seven floors down, the grape rests silently.
You sigh. You laugh. You go through a range of emotions.
Unsure of what to do next, you mumble to yourself: "Stupid grape."
This is life. Analyze this text as much as you want.
-EEVI
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