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I am eating crispy chocolate Easter eggs. Crispy chocolate always reminds me of Zach. One time we went to Target to get him his customary crispy chocolate Easter bunnies, except we found a crispy chocolate Easter egg the size of a human head. You would've thought we'd found the holy grail. In the end, though, the package lied and there were actually no crisps in the chocolate. The egg is still sitting, half-eaten, in his room. I imagine it will stay there for awhile.

For not having any motivation to write, I sure am prolific tonight.