A true story, happened to a friend.
(A Double Divine-form not include in your list) She digs into her pocket's hollow space and snags a tissue, swipes her eyes. Her fingers touch a bar, a rich, dark treat. She chooses dash as treasure's resting place then cranks the key, gets a surprise when heater in her car melts hoarded sweet. She zooms around her town without a care yet feels her appetite evolve, while scent from heater vent plays a coquette. She knows the fault is hers but deems unfair as still her nose betrays resolve and brings about consent to buy briquette.
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