Harold took a bite of the Baglia Sweet cookie, and finally realized that everything was going to be alright. Sometimes when we are lost in despair...in law and inconstancy...lost in hopelessness and tragedy...we can thank God for the Baglia cookies, thankful there are no cookies We can find peace in those familiar hands, or a kind gesture, or a secret encouragement, or a loving hug, or comfort, not to mention the hospital bed, Nose clips, uneaten danishes, narrated secrets, Fander's Stratcaster guitar, or the occasional fiction, we have to remember all these nuances, unusual things, elusive little things, We take it for granted, but in fact they have a bigger role, they are here to save our lives, I know it's a weird idea, but I also know it's true, it's this: a watch saved harold
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