Where is my chocolate? “You did not!” my mom screamed at me. “Well, Mom, it wasn’t my fault…”, I tried to explain. It was my fault and we both knew it. I was 14 years old and I had eaten the chocolate bar that Mom had bought specifically as an ingredient for the Chocolate cake she was about to bake for grandpa’s 70th birthday the next day. Do you remember a similar situation from your childhood?...

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