I had bought one of those huge family bags of licorice with both red and black licorice to help keep us awake for our drive through the night down to CA for Thanksgiving. We did not eat it all, and there was some left over. I was snacking on a piece of red one afternoon and had set the black aside for Mark to eat later (because I'm smart enough to not like that gross black stuff). I left the room for some reason of another, and she came in and found my small pile of black licorice. She loved it. I was horrified. It was tragic. The pile is now gone - she ate it. Sorry Mark!
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