CRUNCH.
It’s a beautiful sound unless it’s the breaking of a bone. (I like my complete skeleton, thank you very much.) In this case, it’s something a LOT better breaking in half.
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A cookie.
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But not just any cookie. A savory cookie, a delicious cookie, a delectable one. A beautiful creation, with a wafer hidden deep inside the layers of sweet caramel and coconut sprinkles, drenched with chocolate in a candy cane stripe style and a veil of fudge on its underside. With just the right amount of crunch..
It’s not crunchy anymore though.
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It’s melting…in my mouth. And even though I would rather just chew it up, I save this one. First I feel the luscious taste of melted, sweet milk chocolate draping my tongue…oh, now it’s the caramel layer…my favorite candy covers my mouth!…But now I experience the exotic delight of the coconut sprinkles! The wafer…meh, not so much.
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And it’s the end of the cookie.
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Until I grab another. And another. And another. Just one more…wouldn’t hurt to have one more, or maybe two. Before I finish my homework, I might have one—or a few more, and my last one for today—no, maybe just a few more…two left…I’ll have to save one of them for later—oh, it’s okay, I’ll order more cookies—so I’ll just have—
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Darn! It’s all gone!
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Girl Scout Cookie season is over. My Samoas. GONE.
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Forever.
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I ❤ you, samoas!
