Dear Brooklyn, New York...
I give up, you win. I forfeit to you all remaining heart-friendly dark chocolates, and any ability to spell that I have remaining.
Please release your grip.
Dear Brooklyn, New York...
I give up, you win. I forfeit to you all remaining heart-friendly dark chocolates, and any ability to spell that I have remaining.
Please release your grip.
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