I keep diving into that open bag of Rolos. I buy a bag every now and then to replenish the little boy's* supply and since his candy jar doesn't hold the entire bag, it find its way into my desk drawer. And as long as that open bag of candy is within reach, I just keep diving in.
*the little boy is the (only) young man in my office; he's younger than me, hence not as experienced - therefore, not yet a man - thus, he shall forever after simply be referred to as the little boy. Not to be confused with the boy next door who is, by the way, back from Florida and totally [pardon the pun] digging the snow.
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