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When I was a very little girl, there was a bakery down the street from my house where my mother and I would go and buy cookies. (It was in an old house right next to Panos, if that means anything to anyone reading this.) I am suddenly craving their pumpkin cookies. It's been more than 20 years since the place closed, and I can still taste them. Want. Can't have. Bogus