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This was the s.o.'s suggestion
He suggested I post a cookie, so you have him to thank for this.
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At the end of the school day Butch was shouldering his gear for lacrosse and on his way out of the building when he heard Buttercup's voice amidst the cacophony of student conversation.
“Are you kidding? No way!”
Another voice--male, and one he didn't recognize--pleaded, “But Buttercup, Homecoming—”
Butch instantly snaked through the crowd and was at Buttercup's side in a flash. “Hey! What's up?!”
“Oh, hey Butch,” she said. The guy--one of many who appeared to be beseeching her--lit up as his eyes fell on Butch. Butch narrowed his own back.
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Do people even call these cookies anymore? Man, I'm out of touch.
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At the end of the school day Butch was shouldering his gear for lacrosse and on his way out of the building when he heard Buttercup's voice amidst the cacophony of student conversation.
“Are you kidding? No way!”
Another voice--male, and one he didn't recognize--pleaded, “But Buttercup, Homecoming—”
Butch instantly snaked through the crowd and was at Buttercup's side in a flash. “Hey! What's up?!”
“Oh, hey Butch,” she said. The guy--one of many who appeared to be beseeching her--lit up as his eyes fell on Butch. Butch narrowed his own back.
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Do people even call these cookies anymore? Man, I'm out of touch.