I bought my dad fudge from the BYU Bookstore, and I can't eat it!!! It look so good, and I chose the flavors that looked the most delicious, and now it's just sitting at the end of my bed in this beautiful white box with a perfect gold bow. But I can't touch the fudge. I can't even look at the fudge. At least, I know I shouldn't because then I'll want to taste a piece which will turn into a bigger piece with will turn into half the box which will turn into the entire box. (Why the heck would I want to give my dad HALF a box of fudge anyway?! I would just be fixing a problem at that point.) Well, that's the biggest trial in my life right now: Trying not to be a horrible daughter by eating my dad's Fathers' Day gift.
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