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[Something smells delicious coming from a random kitchen. Marlene just got finished baking a batch of cookies. What kind, you ask? You'll have to come see.
She's sitting on the counter, deeply absorbed in a book on her lap, next to a covered platter. The cookies are under there. But unless you are who she made them for, don't expect her to give one up.]
She's sitting on the counter, deeply absorbed in a book on her lap, next to a covered platter. The cookies are under there. But unless you are who she made them for, don't expect her to give one up.]