Nancy ♦ July 13, 2014 ♦ 26 Comments
I’ve been feeling guilty all week. Because I wrote so lovingly about ice cream several days ago. And neglected the other love of my life: Chocolate. I’m sorry, Chocolate. I love you too. So here is a history of my romance with Chocolate. The first chocolate I remember is a Hershey bar. My grandmother (Babci …
A Coming of Age novel set in 1969
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If they both get what they want, does it matter if their scheme is slightly illegal?
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