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February 05, 2008


You know, I almost called you last night to object to your departure from NYC. It might have been the low blood sugar but I was really upset that I didn't have a posse to watch the results roll in with.

It didn't help my blood sugar that the posse I thought I had wasn't at the bar they said they'd be at.

I knew you'd have something up your sleeves that involved cookies and a television.

I owe it all to gracious host/chef Rob and talented cookie baker Carol. Props to the Agatite Posse.

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