"Then the egg, as it teetered on the edge of the counter, fell to the ground and shattered," our classmate wrote. You and I, we eyed your counter pensively. "Maybe it's too high," we chimed. Maybe. But whatever we put up there, we knew it would be messy--deliciously, gloriously messy like two kids elbow deep in Momma's fresh cookie dough. ...You
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