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  • How I prepare my cookies:

    The cookies I usually buy or make myself a too crunchy so what I do is leave them open in the air for a few days so they soften up, here is my Ranklist:

    0 Days: Crunchy
    1 Day: Tough Bread
    2 Days: Bread
    3. Days Soft Bread

    I do not recommend doing it later than 3 days, though. Enjoy eating your soft cookies!
    GodOfPie
    GodOfPie
    Kordol can you make me cookies and walk in like a mother during dnd
    Brokenhelix
    Brokenhelix
    assuming by prepare you're baking the cookies, try cooking them for not as long or under a bit lower heat. if you're talking about like chips ahoy or somthn though, id just buy softer cookies or make your own
    VoxyNoir
    VoxyNoir
    good
    The Church of Latter Day Saints, better known as the Mormons, teaches that Jesus Christ walked the Earth after his resurrection, spreading the word of Christianity to all corners of the globe. Some Mormons believe that Quetzalcoatl, who was associated with the east, (which in turn was represented by the color white to the Aztecs), was white-skinned. Quetzalcoatl stands out from the Mesoamerican pantheon as being relatively less bloodthirsty than others like Huitzilopochtli or Tezcatlipoca, making him as good a candidate as any for Jesus visiting the New World.
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    At Rouen in English-controlled Normandy, Joan of Arc, the peasant girl who became the savior of France, is burned at the stake for heresy.

    On May 30, Joan, 19 years old, was burned at the stake at the Place du Vieux-Marche in Rouen. Before the pyre was lit, she instructed a priest to hold high a crucifix for her to see and to shout out prayers loud enough to be heard above the roar of the flames.
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    Fish is fish. Lesser, greater, middling… Makes no difference. The degree is arbitary. The definition’s blurred. If I’m to choose between one fish and another… I’d rather not choose at all. I'm Keno of Hakanuna, the fisher.
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    The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope and passion.
    Looking for ways to cope against the fact that my timezone won't help me when hoping for mid-week events
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