I have a confession to make: I am a chocoholic.
*We love you Netty.*
The big blue bag that Abmel gave me is long empty, the box of assorted chocolates that Mateo's mom gave me is long empty as well, and I cannot find one morsel of chocolate in this house to save my life. Yes, I'm having withdrawal syndrome. My hands are shaking, I'm restless, and I lose my cool if Sonya so much as looks at me. In my desperation to stay calm I started cleaning. And look what I found on the floor, under the breakfast table...
My friend, The Author, gave me these to celebrate the turning of the year.
Looks innocent enough.
But it packs a punch. A 5% punch.
Innocent...
Punch...
And I ATE IT!
Hiccup.
Happy New Year!
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