So when I was little my mom loved having lots of different flavors of chap stick. Yeah sounds weird but let me explain. She had a purse that she carried chap sticks in. She probably had like ten different flavors. I had always loved "borrowing" them. I would say "mommy my lips are chapped" and she would hand me one. And of course I would use it normally but I would also sneak BIG bites of it. Then I would put the cap back on and give it back. Whenever I saw her purse laying around I would dig through it and find the chap stick and eat the whole thing.
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