My hand dipped in aluminum wrapped sickly sweetness, but I know I’ll regret it later, pat my belly and curse myself. Nougat, caramel, chocolate, you all call to my stomach’s ear with your plaintive sounds. Dark, rich, creamy, wrong. And I try and stop, say, please, one more, give me one more piece, and I know in hours I’ll be staring at the reflection I can’t bear and saying, one less.
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