-Each time I tell myself it's the last time, but then I get a whiff of her hot chocolate, or...
-...Seashells. Chocolate seashells, so small, so plain, so *innocent*. I thought, oh, just one little taste, it can't do any harm. But it turned out they were filled with rich, sinful...
-...And it *melts*, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.
A whimsical little story about how something as wonderfully simple as chocolate can free a small town from puritanical unhappiness. I really need to watch this one again. It has been far too long.
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