I just can’t stop myself. I am supposed to save a few of the Pretzel M&Ms for my roommates, but I can’t stop eating them. I can already see the disappointment in their faces as I say “But, you don’t understand. There are little bite-sized, salted pretzels in the middle.” I wince as I explain “Chocolate-coated little pieces of heaven, I tell you.” I actually just poured out the bag so I could eat the crumbs and then return the four little delicious M&Ms to the bag to share with them. I hope I can resist them. Maybe I can put them somewhere and then forget them. Maybe I’ll leave little enigmatic notes that we will have to decipher later to find the lone Pretzel M&Ms.
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