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Wine ages well, as does marble. Chocolate does not.

Wesley, she thinks, is chocolate. Not only in the obvious sense — recent experience has made him hard and bitter — but also in that he is among the few things in her current state that she finds simultaneously disagreeable and comforting.

She can never quite decide (when she bothers to wonder) whether he hates her. It’s not a matter of any importance, but sometimes she simply wishes she could be sure.

Once a piece of chocolate has been consumed, the wrapper is discarded.

Memories, it would seem, don’t work quite that way.
 

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