Primo: Would you bake cookies for me to take?
Me: What? No. No!
Primo: Oh come on! You’re not going. You’ll have it easy
here while I have to listen to them complain.
Me: Seriously? You seriously want me to bake cookies to take
to your mom and dad?
Primo: How about cookies for me?
Me: I guess.
Primo: Those coffee shortbreads with the chocolate chips?
Some of those?
Me: Fine. But I do not think they are worthy. So you are not
allowed to share with them. This is just so you won’t starve to death while you
are there.
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