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| Life is like a box of chocolates. | |
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| It's sticky, and sweet, and when you leave it out in the sun too long, it melts and gets all over the place. | |
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| And you get addicted to it, craving more and more of it, until there's no more of it, and you're a fat bloated piece of lard. | |
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| But still. You never know what you're gonna get. | |
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