God, Laur, why don't you just take a knife and stab it through my heart??
I don't know why it bothers you so much.
Because those are my cookies. My mother made them for me.
She put them in our bag. I can eat them, too.
Elise, you can have a cookie, but you have to appreciate it.
Thank goodness my parents don't have anything important to fight about in
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