Though I previously stated that I hate chocolate in all forms ...
The truth of the matter is this: I would like a cup of hot chocolate.
All you can hear is the swishing and sloshing of ski pants rubbing against one another.
It's cold and dreary, and a nice steaming cup ..
That'd be nice.
To keep me company, to warm my soul.
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Side note:
(The story spawns from a recent encounter between me, a Happy Meal, and a certain toy that required a pull string)
I've realized that I'm "all-grown-up" now.
I don't mind being childish once in a while, but I guess the time has come to drop that mentality and move on with my life.
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