From Eric Swanson of the Penn Band, we present a dramatic reading:

I stood there on the stoop, staring down at her, and she stared back. Her promise of return had last year seemed an eternity away, and yet now it felt as if the interim had been removed by the vacuum of time, and we stood in a single unbroken moment. Though her question rattled around in my head, I could make no response, intoxicated by her presence. Her flowing green dress seemed to whisper with the promise of tomorrow, while her red hair spilled from under her fashionable beret like a waterfall of late afternoon sunshine. Again she spoke, her angelic voice shaking me out of my hypnosis, shaking me to my core.
"'I said 'Would you like to buy some cookies,' sir!," she repeated.
Yes, I thought to myself... yes I would like to buy some cookies.

What??? What were you thinking about?

You should be ashamed of yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take a shower...