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For whatever reason, Mari had been in a baking mood that Friday after she arrived home from school. She planned to hang out with Pete later that evening, so she decided making and bringing along his favorite cookies would only make their time together that much more enjoyable.
A couple of hours later, she pulled up in front of his house and walked to the door, a plate of cookies covered in tinfoil in her hands. Ringing the bell, she hoped that Pete would be the one to answer. As luck would have it, he was. "Good evening, sir," she began, flashing him a cheesy smile. "My name is Mari and I'm with the local Girl Scout troop. Would you care to purchase some cookies?"
A couple of hours later, she pulled up in front of his house and walked to the door, a plate of cookies covered in tinfoil in her hands. Ringing the bell, she hoped that Pete would be the one to answer. As luck would have it, he was. "Good evening, sir," she began, flashing him a cheesy smile. "My name is Mari and I'm with the local Girl Scout troop. Would you care to purchase some cookies?"