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You may not know this, but the end of the semester is not a time of, how you say, nutrition. I remember one scurvy-filled no-sleep-marathon finals week, someone sent me a fruit basket from this place. Uttering inarticulate cries of relief, we fell on the (delicious, btw) fruit like a pack of wolves. Fruit-eating wolves. From Harry & David.