a loaf of cookies.

one day, when i was younger and still quite afraid of old people and their particular smells, i made an effort to overcome this phobia, and so, did push the wheelchair of a particularly frightening old woman to her room. [at a rest home, naturally]
upon arrival, the woman bid me stay- she had a treat; a cookie. so, being a good young lad, i did just that. she handed me a piece of white bread. i thanked her, and left.
it took some years longer to overcome that phobia.

happy valentine's day, by the way.

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