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An elderly man was at home, dying in
bed. He smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies baking. He
wanted one last cookie before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to the
landing, rolled down the stairs, and crawled into the kitchen where his wife
was busily baking cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the table and
was just barely able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet. As he
grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie, his favourite kind, his wife
suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
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Chocolate
Chip Cookies
