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You give me something wrapped in plastic - it melts before I can open it. " It was never meant to last ", you say. But the taste lingers anyway. You refill yourself when no one is looking, mixing flavors, new colors, sweetness measured in waves, delicate, deliberate, and just a lil mischievous.