I got a bag of M&M's from my mother. I only eat the brown M&Ms, because there is less dyes in it. Because chocolate itself is brown. Maybe I'm too picky. With love, vegetables, bread, friends, life. It's probably a fable of the brown M & M's. Maybe I just need to eat the other M&M's too. It's difficult to take away from habits. It's hard to say farewell to anything you had.
I've also got two chocolate bars from my mother. On one stands almost my name. One milk chocolate and one white chocolate, with both puffed rice in it.
Another example, I don't like dark chocolate, does that make me picky?
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