I see a plastic treasure trove of gold-foiled magic. I see silky chocolate perfection cloaking a perfectly toasted hazelnut heart. I see 16 (well, now 14) therapy sessions on days when the weather is too cold, the people too blunt, and classes too tiring. I see a fat chunk of my paycheck given back to me with well wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving. I see my mom telling me to practice the utmost self control. Which I will, but only so I can keep the Ferrero Rochers for as long as I humanly can.
Aw man. I love chocolate. Especially when it is free… and delicious… and melamine-free.