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"a couple of days ago", says Carl, "Chris took some of us to a pot bakery on Commercial Drive where we got loaded up on cookies." "Really loaded", I quip. "And then, instead of simply abstaining like the perfect Mrs Grundy she is, she goes and chucks all the remaining cookies in the garbage." I am not sure how I enjoy being referred to in the feminine gender, but I am sure I have been called worse things by nicer people, and now I am repeating this out loud. "I have been called worse things by nicer people." "i am sure you have dear", says Stella, giving my upper arm an affectionte squeeze. I wince from the sudden pain and she really doesn't seem to know her own strength.