"They watched her tongue turn green as it curled around the edges of the candy casing. Paul Marshall sat back in the armchair, watching her closely over the steeple he made with his hands in front of his face.Who knew eating chocolate could be so sexy? It only got better from there, so I had to stay up reading, naturally.
He crossed and uncrossed his legs. Then he took a deep breath. "Bite it," he said softly. "You've got to bite it."
It cracked loudly as it yielded to her unblemished incisors, and there was revealed the white edge of the sugar shell, and the dark chocolate underneath it."
On a different note, my mom had her birthday party a week ago before they went on vacation to Las Vegas. We went to a Mexican restaurant called Don Antonio's where the owner, a friend of my parents, made my mom wear a birthday sombrero and brought out free fried ice cream.


My grandparents (my dad's parents) came and celebrated with us.

My grandparents are lovely people. When I was a begrudging teenager, I used to be bitter about my relationship with my grandparents, but as I've spent more time with them, I've come to love them so much, especially my grandma Rae. Each time I spend time with her and hear her tell stories about her life, my respect grows for her. While at the restaurant, I kept my ears pealed for whenever she spoke. One time she said to my mom, "Do you like my new purse?" and then leaned over and whispered secretively "I got one for you," and then they laughed like they were high school friends telling an intimate, hilarious secret. I laughed too and loved my grandma so much in that short moment.
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I love your grandparents as well. I think of them as my own.
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