…and it occurs to me, all of a sudden, that what I’m holding is a great big basket of carbs. Except for a can of Spam and a half-dozen eggs. But by then, there is somebody behind me in line and I don’t want to go back and buy broccoli because I would lose my place. Partly. Not partly lose my place, I mean.
So I get a chocolate bar from the chocolate-line rack instead.
We are running out of chocolate and so we need to eat as much as possible while we still can.
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