We are under attack. I don't know what happened but Sam, who we all thought of as our friendly neighborhood fruit fly, got about eight million of his friends and family together and they have invaded shipping. They hang around the office door, ready to ambush us on our way out. They dive bomb our lunch. They fly in circles around our heads in clouds so thick we can't see. We have set up a counter attack. But there is only so much apple cider vinegar can do. I think we are losing this war. Someday someone is going to find us on the shipping room floor having drowned in a sea of fruit flies.
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