First, we proposed to it. Then we married it. We planned to renew our vows this year in a romantic beachside ceremony, but before we could once again publicly display our affection and undying love for The MilkyWay's chocolate bread pudding, she high-tailed it out of town and left us high and dry, a dozen roses in our clasped palms. And so it is for one last time, we fondly remember the good times, covered in whipped cream, every bit of chocolate sucked into our mouths, tongues convulsing after ... whoa, hey, let's keep these things G-rated.
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