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Mmmm, mold balls.

I kid! They're spinach balls. Supposedly.

Because can you really trust someone who puts plastic grapes out among the hors d'oeurves? She's probably hiding in the kitchen, waiting for someone to approach the table, recoil in horror at the sight of the mold balls and then grab some grapes to be polite.

Then they choke, and she laughs, and offers them some Ritz crackers.

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