Last night, in the spirit of not making too many trips, I brought three Hershey Kisses back to my chair with me as I came back from the kitchen. I like to unwrap them and line them up on my end table. then I bite off all of their peaks before I let each bottom half melt in my mouth.
Sounds good, right? Well, as I was unwrapping the third one, the chocolate morsel slipped off my lap. Just then the phone rang so I didn't follow its progress with my eyes. After conversing with Rita about her heat going off, and if the repair people didn't come out right away, of course, she should come to mine, I decided to go after the wayward chocolate (title bit).
I never found it.
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I'm sorry, but in Grandma's house "it is just gone" is not an acceptable answer.
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