The year seventy-seven -- let me wax poetic for a moment. For you see, that was the year God took me from the racks of freshly baked enfants and bade me be
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Thanks on both counts. The credit for the poetry, I suspect, lies elsewhere. Cookies are amazing objects, and can facilitate all kinds of interesting things.
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