Life's a box of bittersweet chocolates

Pink, black, orange, grey or brown.

Jo studies the box and drifts his hand indecisively over the collection. Deep in thought, he thinks he might have the pink one first, it's bright, colourful and attractive. Too late his mother has grabbed that one and mockingly devours it in front of his eyes. That is minus one, Jo will have to be quicker than that. 

Quick, snap, he takes the black.  Disgusting aftertaste though.... the orange will clear that one. He goes for it and his cat like reflex's beat his mother this time, ha-ha. Oh, yes it does clear the throat...

He gloats to his mum and closes the lid on the box of bitter-sweets. 

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