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"Which dost thou prefer for a perfect cookie?” inquires Roland, as he places paper shopping bags upon Shelly’s kitchen counter. Wrapped bags of flour, cartons of eggs, tender burlaps of raw sugar and multitudes of spices and chocolate chips hidden behind naturally-safe wraps of shopping, and Roland reaches back to thread and to braid his long hair ‘way from his face, grinning and sweet in dimpling.
“Art thou for sugar, or cinnamon, or vanilla-flavored snickerdoodles? Art thou for the simplistic pleasure and Arte of the delicate chocolate chip? Art thou for gingerbread?” asks he; reaching inside a bag with both hands to hoist the hefty pound of unfiltered flour, ready for pleasure.











