✍ Scribed by Megan Wade
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Cookies. They‘re sweet and crumbly. In my bakery, they’re a melt-in-your-mouth delicacy. People drive miles out of their way for a box of fudgey choc chip. Any cookie you can think of, we make it. We don’t serve sandwiches. For some reason, the tall and muscular stranger from out of town can’t get that through his head. I tell him the best I can do is a cookie sandwich. Then he grind and tells me he’d like to eat my cookie. Did I hear that right? I did. He wants me. The curvy cookie maker. I don’t even know his name…
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