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I mumble.
"Chocolates because I can't have alcohol. Not good for me. Besides chocolates contain some antioxidants that help improve moods. At least, that's what my therapist told me. A much better alternative to alcohol." He says a corner of his lips turned up. He opens his and takes a big bite, looking away.
Gingerly, I open my mine and pop a piece into my mouth, chewing it. I grimace, the bitter taste flooding my taste buds. "Dark chocolate?"