Banana Cookie

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Me: Can I eat a banana cookie?
Laura: Yes.
Me: That's good because I ate one already.
Laura: (a look)
Me: (gleefully helps self to another freshly baked chocolate chip banana cookie to mitigate any lingering trace of shame from eating the first cookie 😁)

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