A deep and passionate love affair ended this week. It only lasted a short time, but I fell hard. Even though workplace romances are frowned upon, I could not help myself. It all ended today when I discovered that my love had vanished. I tried to console myself with another, but it was a weak, rebound fling that ultimately meant nothing.
I am, of course, talking about Hershey's Kissables. They appeared in the staff vending machine a few weeks ago, and I became obsessively fond of them. I had to get a pack every day at work, even though I usually do not buy junk food. It was a glorious, illicit, delicious time, but when I went up today to get my fix, the vending machine stock had been changed. I had to settle for Reese's Pieces, which just don't measure up. I ate them, but inside I was mourning my Kissables.
I suppose this is a good thing in the long run. I really don't need to be addicted to vending machine chocolate. It was good while it lasted, though.
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