Vaguely stoned, more at the bottom of the slide than the top, Wolfgang happened on some fancy chocolate at the international market three blocks from his house.
He wasn’t a fancy chocolate guy, but with the last mists of his afternoon bong rip rising off the pond in his head, he decided he’d try this chocolate because the color of the wrapper reminded hi…
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