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June 23, 2001
This morning, Saturday, I stopped at this bakery on Graham Avenue to buy a pound of rainbow cookies to bring in to the office and offer around. It was a drippy morning, and I knew as I walked to the corner, that as usual, nobody at work would eat the cookies I brought. I just wanted to make a gesture. In the bakery, one woman behind the counter had deformed teeth that sprayed forward and spread apart below her sunken, tiny eyes. The other recommended that I try the cookies from the bakery down the block, because theirs are better.