Hershey

But she knows her friends and if she likes you she will go for walks with you and even eat a Hershey in front of the drugstore if you buy her one.

Then I arranged all my own and my roommate’s pillows in a voluptuous pile, placed so that I could see whether a silent housemotherly foot stood outside the swaying monk’s-cloth curtain that served as a door (to cut down our libidinous chitchat, the school board believed), and I put my hoard of Hersheys discreetly under a fold of the bedspread.

Like a cash register, the word candy bar rang up a Hershey in my mind. […] I saw the Hershey scored in ten squares and imagined breaking one off, pushing it to the roof of my mouth to ooze down my throat. I had been five whole days without candy.

I remembered a Hershey in my shirt pocket. I broke off a piece and ate it.