“Pick something already!” The man behind Zaree grumbled.
She
bit her lip, looking over the selection of fudge at the
confectioner's booth. She only had enough copper for one piece. She
couldn't decide. They all looked so good! Orange chocolate. Chocolate
and caramel. Mint Chocolate. How does one pick between so many good
things? She looked to the tired worker behind the counter. “What's
Dark Chocolate?”
“Extra cocoa, less sugar.” He answered
in a flat monotone.
Zaree's eyes went wide. Extra
chocolate? “I want a piece of
dark chocolate, please!”
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