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(My) Life Is Like A Box Of (Half Eaten) Chocolates

In the pantry, hidden in the cavernous depths, buried under, almonds, half-eaten bags of chips, dried fruit leathers and the like, lies a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box. Buried purposefully, so that when the pantry door gets opened the temptation of a Valentine chocolate does not leap out at me every single time.… Read More