You can't run away from
             the things that are in your
             head.

nublia:

     She giggles at his reaction and holds out her hand expectantly, wondering what its going to taste like. “We thank you. Now, what kind of cookies did you make, anyhow?”

          “ Only the best kind, mi
                amiga! M&M cookies! ”

                       He set the tray of cookies on the coffee
                        table, plucking one off the top of the
                        stack and dropping it into her hand.

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