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Tasty! Yummy! Excellent bites! To him, he could actually buy me with just a cheap chocolate! Is chocolate really what I can't afford right now?

“I didn’t think of that. Won’t chocolates send the same message?” “Maybe. Chocolates and wine and…cookies?” “Cookies?” Jack asked with a laugh. “Hey, don’t knock cookies. Especially those giant ones that have heaps of M&Ms in them. Maybe you could get one that says ‘I’m sorry’ spelled out in chocolate chips. Or donuts.” “Donuts?” “Yeah, don’t they have donut delivery services where you are?” This was the closest they’d ever come to revealing just where in the world they lived.

I just grabbed two sugars with trembling hands, and emptied them into my coffee. "Your coffee is a bit boring, don't you think?" He said. "Well I'm not that spontaneous." I replied, taking a small sip. He just nodded, biting into his doughnut. "Hey, did you know, that chocolate is an aphrodisiac?" I choked on my coffee, then looked at him with wide eyes. He just grinned at me and continued eating his doughnut. "That's-that's a appalling thing to say.." I said in between coughs.

for the short play presentation. People said we looked good together and it got into my head. We got drunk at the party. Stupid me was always fond of getting wasted. He told me I looked nice and he loved the way my hips swung. We almost made out. It was a beautiful night. I showed up at his doorstep the next morning with an “I Love You” card. I hoped he would take it with a smile— the same smile he beamed when he held my waist and told me I looked like Cinderella.

He said we would be unrecognizable this way, but all we got were curious stares from people. If anything, we just stood out. "We've been here for an hour, can't we just leave them alone?" I complained. "No." He replied. He looked at the drink in my hands. He scrunched his face in disgust. "I hate chocolate." I hid my drink from him and stuck my tongue out at him, "Don't you dare insult chocolate ever again. It's my favorite! Chocolate is superior!" I huffed, insulted at his reaction. "You and your weird taste," I mumbled.

I found chocolate cups and I saw these and had to have them. “Laila, that has to be five pounds of candy.” Three she grinned over a mouthful. “My favourite are the pear flavored ones.” “You can’t eat your feelings, Laila.” “I’m not. I’m painting my feelings. I’m eating my sexual frustration.” Janka snickered at her and then reached her hand into the bag normally around Laila’s snack. “It’s a giant bag though. You can share.” “Mine.” “You’re like the freaky little guy in the movie you like.”

We walk into the gas station and Kayla says, "Pick your poison. I'm buying, birthday girl". I think pure chocolate is the best thing for me, so I grab a king size chocolate bar nothing else in it... just straight chocolate. Kayla looks at it and says, "You got it. I just hope you don't make yourself sick before the fun tonight." I shake my head as I wait for her to pay for it and say, "Not going to happen. I plan on trying to make this last all day". She laughs and we go to school.

___ does not look very pale and sad. ___ you know the reason for my sadness He pretended not to hear and got up and grabbed a box of candy from the pantry full of food and handed it to me. __They say that chocolate improves a bad mood. I looked suspiciously at the bonbon and he smiled sideways, I was surprised for so long that I only saw his cynical smile that the real smile looked fake. In the end I ended up eating not one or two but the whole box of good good for Victor's amusement.

I can manage myself but they didn't believe me. "Here, Zy!" Ryle called me. "Chocolates!" I went closer to him and looked for the chocolate on the tray. "This food stimulates endorphins, which are linked to happiness," he said and passed me one. "The darker and more bitter, the better, because it means it has more cocoa than sugar. This way, you won't gain weight easily." "Having a doctor friend is good, huh?" I accepted the chocolate in his hands. "Yeah? Instant nutritionist?" He laughed.

I quietly sat down across from him, feeling strangely proud of myself for making the feared Sylvester Muskegon speechless. I had barely touched my breakfast when my eyes suddenly landed on something on top of the fridge. Chocolate. An entire jar of chocolates. My eyes immediately lit up. Being honest, I found it quite strange that tough muscular men like them still eat chocolates. Before I could even speak. “No.” I blinked in confusion. “What?” Sylvester didn’t even look up from his phone. “You already had the idea in your head,” he muttered calmly. I stared at him in disbelief. Was he psychic?!