My first memory of these chocolates was when I must have been 4 or 5. My dad came home early one morning, (from where, don't ask me) with a small box of 12's, just for me. And despite a rapidly beating heart, I carefully tore off the clear cellophane wrapper and slowly opened the box. There were twelve little chocolates in their little, yellow crinkled paper cups and they looked marvelous. I gently took off the paper cup, put a chocolate in my mouth and let it melt slowly. I savored the strange chocolatey flavor, not wanting it to end. Then we had to go somewhere later on that day, but I was allowed to carry my box of chocolates with me. I held on to it with care, making sure it wouldn't get crushed, dropped, or lost. I slowly ate each one thorughout the day, letting them all melt in my mouth except for one or two that I couldn't help but bite into a chocolately blissful mess down my gullet. When my last chocolate lay in the box all alone, I sadly took it out, and with regret but great anxiousness to eat it, I let that one melt in my mouth as slowly as I possibly could. That was a good day.
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