Zasu poked the bottom of the Russel Stover chocolate. Yuck, maple creme. She placed it back in the box, and tried another. Caramel. Much better. She closed the lid and carefully positioned the box so that now one would know that it was disturbed. The fine layer of dust that stood around the box should have been a clue to the age of the box of candy. When she bit into the chocolate covered caramel, it was flat, hard, kind of brittle actually. It had not occurred to her that candy could go bad, much like her relationship with Frank.
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