Mother of God.
Someone's been reading my blog. They couldn't let me be content to have poo-free Post-Its on my desk, so they had to elaborately go 3-D and with fold-outs.
I should probably inform everyone that this was definitely chocolate, but the implication is truly frightening, especially since this one time a few years ago someone left a Pittsburgh Sampler of their own in the ladies late one night. It brings back awful memories of a witch hunt for that provided no real answers and quite a few tears. I wonder if it's the same person...?
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