Chocolate

I picked up the chocolate and experimentally gave a little lunge towards my reflection in the mirror. This chocolate was given by someone through a delivery man, since last week but I had not touched any of them yet. Anyhow, I was a little bit curious about this thing. Did you know that nowadays , people   could always murder anybody just by giving them food ? Plus , you would never know who the murder might be, right ? What if there was someone out there that was jealous with my success an and intended to murder me, so that he or she would be satisfied. So what I planned to do was , I was not going to eat the chocolate. Nota any . And I would let it passed   the expiry date and threw them into the bin without feeling guilty which I should considering the would come very soon.
“Hi Belle..” With a jolt , the picture of the chocolate in the bin vanished from my head and my brain snapped into focus. Lynn, my flat mate was walking into my room , wearing a pair of ancient paisley pajamas. “ What are you doing ?”She asked curiously.
“ Nothing !” I said, hastily putting the box of chocolate back. “ Just... you know, wondering to throw this thing.”
“Oh...,”she said vaguely. “So... how’s the packing going?” she sauntered to my bed ; picked up a white shirt which was from Guess and folded it neatly. I had been packing my attire ever since I knew that I would be leaving for New York next week but everything seemed...unsolved. I could not exactly decide what should I bring and what should I wear. I wanted to look simple yet attractive. Oh ! This fashion things came messy sometimes when your choices were limited. What was I supposed to do , then ?
“It’s going really well.” I said, “well, maybe I should take a break an pack all the stuff after I have the mood and the atmosphere is more relax.”
“Oh. Okay, then.” replied Lynn. She had folded half of the unfolded shirts.
“I’m just making a cup of tea.”I said lazily. “Do you want one ?”
“Yes please!” she said and grinned . I... [continues]

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