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An exquisite drawing, sir. Two of my flatmates, a married couple who have at times offered me help or sage wisdom, secretly gave me a hollow chocolate rabbit holding a hard-candy carrot. The rabbit came with a pocket size edition of The Tale of Peter Rabbit, inside the same packaging. It makes me feel like they need to have a child or adopt, to satisfy their respective paternal and maternal purposes, but I’m still grateful, and the chocolate is delicious. I’ve been eating it in installments because the smoothness of it and the chemical power of the chocolate tends to temporarily ease the pain of my head cold.

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