Just eat them right there

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You deccide not to dwell on them. They were meant for eating, not for crying over. You wipe the tears from your eyes, as you savor the remaining aftertaste in your mouth. With your tongue, you push the chip-gunk from the backs of your back teeth and try to get over the emptiness you feel. It's time to move on.
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You decide not to dwell on them. They were meant for eating, not for crying over. You wipe the tears from your eyes, as you savor the remaining aftertaste in your mouth. With your tongue, you push the chip-gunk from the backs of your back teeth and try to get over the emptiness you feel. It's time to move on.
*[[Go watch TV]]
*[[Go watch TV]]

Current revision as of 07:40, 2 April 2011

You open the bag slowly and with much deliberation. You reach in your sweating hand and pull out the first crispy, flavor powdered chip. Next, you raise it to your quivering mouth, the salt stings your chapped lips. However, the taste of this chip is the best you've ever experienced. With a snap, the thin potato wafer breaks apart in the force projected by your mandibles. You continue to masticate with care, soon you have no worry that you will choke, like the selection led you to believe. The slight danger you feel only made the taste of the chips more delicious. You let down your guard But then-

you get another chip. You lick off the flavor powder and eat the slighty soggy chip. The inside is still crunchy. You take your time enjoying this, the king of snack food. You close your eyes and eat another chip. Then, another. Then, another. After a short period of time, you find only crumbs at the bottom of this bag of your favorite chips. You pour them into your gaping facehole. They are delicious.

Then you toss the bag into the garbage disdainfully. No more chips. No more...

But then--

You decide not to dwell on them. They were meant for eating, not for crying over. You wipe the tears from your eyes, as you savor the remaining aftertaste in your mouth. With your tongue, you push the chip-gunk from the backs of your back teeth and try to get over the emptiness you feel. It's time to move on.

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