The name of the cookie.
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Yesterday I was standing near a plate of little brown cookies at a funeral reception. A woman asked me what kind of cookies they were.
“They’re called Me Neithers,” I told her. “Do you like them?”
Yesterday I was standing near a plate of little brown cookies at a funeral reception. A woman asked me what kind of cookies they were.
“They’re called Me Neithers,” I told her. “Do you like them?”