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I know you're reading this, Work Guy... I don't mind, it's public, but you don't have to pretend like you "heard around" this or you "heard around" that about me... I know where you got it from.

Now, Valentine's Day: fuck Valentine's Day. I bought candy for my roommates, and, in an attempt to get back OFF the pizza-and-cookies track that I've been sauntering down lately, a sugar-free Whitman's (fart chocolate!) Sampler for myself.

Mmmmmmm. Fart chocolate.*

*Chocolate containing sugar alcohols, which are usually undigestible and occasionally cause the eater gastrointestinal... activity. Not every time, but often enough for the world to be grateful that I have my own room!

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