I have a friend who claims to be psychic. Once when I asked her to say what she saw when she looked at me, she said my days are divided between the days I eat chocolate, and the days I don't. It wasn't true before she said it.
A man asked a woman in Starbucks if chocolate was really better than sex. It depends on the chocolate, she answered.
A friend of mine told me you know when chocolate is your real lover when you start hiding it. Esp. the evidence afterwards.
This week’s poem: Return of the Grievous Angel
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