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I demand chocolate.

Not a piddily, stupid nestlé bar either. I DEMAND REAL chocolate. It shall be bitter-sweet chocolate, melted into an almost-boiling cream/milk mixture with a touch of cinnamon and vanilla. There shall be sugar added, but not too much. It will be slightly thick, and absolutely delicious.

AND I MAY GO ON STRIKE UNTIL I GET IT!

Damnation. I found two tins of ovaltine in the cupboard today. Both had congealed into solid, round bricks at the bottom of the container. I have bittersweet chocolate, but not enough milk to make it worth while.

BRING CHOCOLATE AND LEAVE IT ON THE PILLOW, OR ELSE!

My only salvation for the night is a package of chocolate frosting. I hope to hell it lasts.

I HAVE GIVEN A NAME TO MY PAIN, AND IT IS CHOCOLATE!