'Some nights, when I think no one is looking, I tiptoe quietly into the kitchen. By the light of the moon, shining through the kitchen window, I open the pantry door. Standing on tiptoes I reach into the back of the cupboard and take out the blue tin. Very carefully I remove the lid.  In the semi darkness, my fingers search the tin for one of the little white orbs. I quickly pop it into my mouth. My eyes close and I learn back against the wall. Bliss. The
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