Chocolate

That moment you realize that it wasn’t a cure for either your cramping soul or your bloated abdomen.

And yet, there’s still a third of your husband’s disgusting raspberry-flavored chocolate orange sitting vulnerably in your lap.

Ah…. What the hell.

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