I just ate two pieces of Dove chocolate. They are Promises; chocolate with little messages. Both wrappers said, "There is a time for compromise...it's called 'later.'" Significant only in that I interpret things as being "signs" from time to time.
But then the third one said, "Get your feet massaged."
And the fourth one said, "Hey, why not?"
So. I guess the time for compromise is now.
Dammit.
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