BirthdayYesterday was my birthday. I wanted to do what I loved to do, alone, as simple as these things were. I asked for the afternoon off and got chocolate cookie dough across myself, bicycled blissfully, stretched out in the sun among the goose poops at a lake, and enjoyed a fancy-glassed Manhattan on the house. But making chocolate cookies
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