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- He was only a Chocolate Chip Cookie,
- but I loved him.
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- I met him at a party. There he was at the end of the buffett--
- a loner, the last one on the plate. He had a certain something
- -- a sweetness, a sensuality. He was one hot cookie.
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- I felt as if I'd always known him, always hungered for him.
- When he looked at me with those warm brown eyes, I melted.
- Before I knew it, I had my hands on him, my mouth on him--
- in public. After that night we were inseparable.
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- With him, I could be myself. He didn't seem to care what
- mood I was in, how I looked, even if I gained weight.
- Together, we had the recipe for happiness. No one satisfied
- me like "Chip".
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- THEN THINGS CHANGED. My friends said he was no good for me.
- He started to give me heartburn. I felt crummy, but it had to end.
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- Now we've gone our separate ways. I hardly think of him
- anymore. Oh, if I see a certain TV commercial, a particular
- magazine ad, a coupon for 10 cents off -- that old longing
- returns. And when we run into each other in the supermarket,
- we nod. We're friendly. But it's over.
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