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4- Cocoa

There was a marshmallow.
There was this one marshmallow. He didn't have many friends.
In fact, he had none at all.
This was a very lonely marshmallow.
And as the very lonely marshmallow was in its bag, it saw it's owner picking out chocolate and cooking it.
She poured in the milk and stirred around.
Then she placed five cups of cocoa on the table, and sat down next to her husband and her two kids.
The marshmallow pressed up against the packaging.
As the table emptied, and the family walked away, the marshmallow saw a lonely cup of cocoa on the table.
The cocoa had no friends.
It was a very lonely cup of cocoa.
The marshmallow sprouted tiny legs and grew tiny arms, and pushed and pushed on the packaging, until it gave after and he was free.
He moved pillows and opened drawers to jump up on the table.
The cocoa turned around, and he presented her with flowers.
She took them.
He scrambled his way into the cup.
And melted.
In the warm embrace of a loved one.