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August 03, 2010

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Martha

I once sat in my Belgian girlfriend's seaside apartment in Belgium and after we put the children to bed we got out our box of Leonidas chocolates from the refrigerator. We sat across from each other at the little kitchen table, and with a cutting board and a knife, one by one, we took a chocolate, cut it in half and ate it together. We didn't stop, we ate the whole box. We laughed, looked at each other, and ate another. Delicious (sigh). The last time I had one. It soothed my broken heart, a little.

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