Warning: If you are eating, put down the cookie first. It was already a gloomy autumn. Every day was rainy and cold, and the entire family was a poster for seasonal affective disorder. We needed a holiday before the holidays. We searched the last minute travel sites and found exactly what we were looking......
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I found myself telling Daphne the other day that she was a smart cookie. I stopped and wondered what the hell that meant and promised myself to look it up when I got home. I didn’t by the way. In the meantime Daphne and I had this conversation: Me: If cookies were really smart, what......
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