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Life …. is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctoral gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else left to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you're left with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper wrappers.
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