im sorry did i eat your cookie hun it was in the the jar the very last one it was full of chocolate but im not done it was golden drown it tast like heaven on a chart of one to ten i give it eleven it was so good i gave my self a pat i call the company and we had a chat i said it these cookies are great whats inside the cookie was awsome i can not lie it was so good it made me cry he said befor i tell you i would rather die i said that could be done in the count of two ok ok the recipes poo.
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