On an anti-Valentine’s day dinner, someone in the group had the glorious idea of describing everyone as a fruit. A dear friend of mine told me that I reminded her of a prune… yeah, thanks! I told her that something a bit more citrusy and a little less wrinkly would be a bit more flattering, she said she was thinking of a beautiful ripe prune… and somehow the name just stuck. 🙂
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