“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no-one ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in awhile there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee, but they’re gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. If you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you’ve got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.”
The Cancer Man - The X-Files
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