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The warm, creamy brown shade of a fresh piece of chocolate always gave Snow comfort. Her singular indulgence, she would rarely treat herself to it, just to make it all the more special.
To slip a chocolate into her mouth, hold it there with the smooth feel against her tongue, allowing it to melt slightly to let the sweet taste spread through her mouth before biting down to release the burst of flavour as the filling was exposed.
Bliss.
Milk chocolate was standard, of course. Dark she reserved for special occasions or before a formal event. White was never for something specific, more when the mood struck her.
A few moments of enjoyment, generally taken on an especially stressful day when she was able to take a break for a trip across the street. Returning with a small bag, refuge taken outside her office before returning to her duties.
To slip a chocolate into her mouth, hold it there with the smooth feel against her tongue, allowing it to melt slightly to let the sweet taste spread through her mouth before biting down to release the burst of flavour as the filling was exposed.
Bliss.
Milk chocolate was standard, of course. Dark she reserved for special occasions or before a formal event. White was never for something specific, more when the mood struck her.
A few moments of enjoyment, generally taken on an especially stressful day when she was able to take a break for a trip across the street. Returning with a small bag, refuge taken outside her office before returning to her duties.
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