The piano was a masterpiece. A dark chocolate body so smooth it glistened. It should have been on a stage. White chocolate keys, minor notes of a chocolate so dark as to be almost black, foot pedals brushed in gold leaf. The lid of the piano was propped open on a thin chocolate rod, revealing an interior of milk-chocolate mousse so light it vanished on my tongue, leaving an echo, sublime and pure, that lingers even thirty years later.
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