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This is a story about a man named Harold CrickKand his wristwatch.
Harold Crick was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations and remarkably few words.
And his wristwatch said even less.
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As Harold took a bit of Bavarian Sugar Cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be okay.
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedyK there are Baravian Sugar cookies.
And, fortunately, when there arent any cookies we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skinK
Or a kind and loving gesture...
Or a sutle encouragement...
Or a loving embraceK
Or an offer of comfort.
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