Your casual eyes, the messy bakery, and the surrounding colors are all so different from mine, as if they exist in two worlds. My watch counts my time, and your pace slows it down. Einstein said time and speed are relative, and I think he was right. At least you slowed down my time. But what can I give you? I'm an IRS taxman, you're the taxpayer, and all I can give you is a round of audits and fines.
But I am not reconciled! I deeply realize that my life needs some changes, and you are the hope that brings that change, like a sunshine to a rainbow after rain. I want color! You are the light.
You said that while you were studying at Harvard you discovered the way to change the world by making better cookies. So you dropped out of school. So what can I do for you? I want you, allow me to send you a few packets of flour!
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