Life is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asked for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanutbutter cup, English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shatterning nuts. If you're desperate to eat those, all you've got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
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