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... ve of her hand. Her eyes went back to the tray of misshapen red cookies. A new, more practical thought seemed to occur to her. "You are going to feed these to my son, right?
Delia looked at the lopsided cookies, then back at Lyra, a confused expression on her face.
Lyra continued, her voice now taking on a low advisory tone as she gestured to the cookies. "Sprinkle some sugar on top. The fine, powdered kind. And use a small knife to carefully cut off the rough, burnt edges. Just ...
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