“Life,” Max said, spreading his arms wide, “is like a box of chocolates.” I rolled my eyes. “I think I know how this ends.” “You buy the box because you think you want variety, but if you’re really honest with your greedy little self, all you really want are the caramel ones. But they don’t sell chocolates that way, so you do what everyone else does. You follow the crowd and try ones you know you’re going to hate. Why?” I swallowed. “Because you’re trying to find the caramel ones.”
