chocolate

If she was going to die she wanted to go out with chocolate in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.

Tears welled in his eyes. It was like watching chocolate melt.

His other hand finds my cheek, and he wipes away my tears with his thumb. The chocolate scent overwhelms me as he bends over and whispers in my ear, __o, Cassie. No, no, no.__ throw my arm around his neck and press his dry cheek against my wet one. I__ shaking like an epileptic, and for the first time I can feel the weight of the quilts on the top of my toes because the blinding dark sharpens your other senses.I__ a bubbling stew of random thoughts and feelings. I__ worried my hair might smell. I want some chocolate. This guy holding me__ell, it__ more like I was holding him__as seen me in all my naked glory. What did he think about my body? What did I think about my body? Does God really care about promises? Do I really care about God? Are miracles something like the Red Sea parting or more like Evan Walker finding me locked in a block of ice in a wilderness of white?__assie, it__ going to be okay,_ he whispers into my ear, chocolate breath.

Although they probably know that some children were used and some children are used as miners, most adults are ignorant of the chocolate industry__ use of minors.

I hope your only rocky road is chocolate.

Chocolate's better than sex any day.

Synthetic chocolate sounds wrong.

You are trying to lure us into revealing information you're not entitled to? With chocolate and wine? Are you amateurs?

May your life be filled, as mine has been, with love and laughter; and remember, when things are rough all you need is ... Chocolate.

When I die,' I said to my friend, 'I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped.' Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

Like chocolate, she craved sleep and it made her life brighter, but she could do without.

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

Sometimes, I feel my breath coming in shorter, quicker, spastic bursts, feel my heart threaten to thunder through my ribs, feel sweat beading on my brow...and I know it__ time to bust out those __hocolate frogs_ from Harry Potter.

It__ hard not to smile when you__e going eyeball to eyeball with a frosted chocolate cupcake.

Now she smiles as if I'm her favorite chocolate bar. "And I love you, Jordan.

Mentioning violence to Bruce was like mentioning chocolate sauce to a six-year-old.

Frozen yogurt is tastier than ice cream; nobody is too old for cartoons; bald men are sexy; chocolate is the best medicine; BIG books are better; cats secretly rule the planet; and everything should be available in the color pink, including monster trucks.