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(*a combined blog entry by Zoe Schwartz and Arlo Furst (my friend))

Don Peringchocolate.

It was a blustery sunday night on the weeked of the festival of St. Merce (more on this later). Two lonely americans were rushed through their dinner by the cold hearted spanish students they shared an abode with. Upon leaving the dining hall, they realized they were STILL HUNGRY. To the community couches they went, debating what the evenings activites should be. Tito turned to Lola and said "Wanna go get hot chocolate?" What Tito did not know was that in ESPANA hot chocolate, or choc-o-latay, is literally JUST CHOCOLATE.

As the two sat down at a quaint neighbor hood cafe, to their surprise, the cups in front of them were filled to the brim with a dark liquid, the kind dreams are made of. Chocolate. Literally, just melted chocolate. Tito dug in. Lola began to, however it was practically unable to be consumed with out using a spoon for assistance. Nourished by soley melted chocolate, they became lathargic and slightly giddy. Que the begining of Tito and Lola's chocolate high. Lola met much defernce in her quest to finish her cup of chocolate, but didnt feel too bad, because it was just chocolate.

Our two brave Americans, always with liberty on their minds, came home to share the news with eager ears back on their home land. They hoped that the chocolate crusade would end with the ball in their court. That is, of course, the chocolate ball.

Later that night Tito woke up in his small narrow bed sweating chocolate. Lola had night terrors she was being consumed by chocolate dragons who also spat fire.

The End

(All names have been changed)