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a box of chocolates
Dec. 29th, 2002 08:00 pmFererro Rocher, specifically. Sitting on my bookcase, the source of it my stocking.
Some years ago, I received from my ex a wooden box sized for holding pens and pencils and things. He'd filled it with Fererro Rochers. He then went back to Manitoba for Christmas with his family, about a week before the holiday.
I was a bit sick when he left, but then got really sick. A miserable flu which left me dragging myself between the bed and the big chair in our room, and occasionally out to the porch to get some ginger ale. Our roommate at the time was away, so it was just me in the apartment. I don't know why I didn't just call my parents and ask them to come get me, but I didn't.
What I do remember is the shots of Ny-Quil with Fererro Rocher chasers. And those days just before Christmas 96, being sick and alone and that vile cherry syrup, is what I always think about when I get those chocolates.
Some years ago, I received from my ex a wooden box sized for holding pens and pencils and things. He'd filled it with Fererro Rochers. He then went back to Manitoba for Christmas with his family, about a week before the holiday.
I was a bit sick when he left, but then got really sick. A miserable flu which left me dragging myself between the bed and the big chair in our room, and occasionally out to the porch to get some ginger ale. Our roommate at the time was away, so it was just me in the apartment. I don't know why I didn't just call my parents and ask them to come get me, but I didn't.
What I do remember is the shots of Ny-Quil with Fererro Rocher chasers. And those days just before Christmas 96, being sick and alone and that vile cherry syrup, is what I always think about when I get those chocolates.
