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| Life IS like a box of chocolates. | |
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| Some bastard that doesn't appreciate their yummy goodness always picks my coffee cream out at random, then goes yuck, and spits it out... | |
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| And leaves it half chewed on a plate at the side of the room, to taunt me, while I sit, furiously chewing on a foul turkish delight, and concocting images of murderous rage. | |
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