Take my aspie honesty. The other day, a woman who works in my office brought in a tray of Christmas cookies. They looked thick, crunchy, and dry, just the kind of cookies I hate. In fact, the whiff of them as I opened the box almost made me puke. Being the straightforward aspie that I am, I told her the cookies were not my favorite. A few days later, I get a Christmas present from her. It is a box of yummy, chewy, chocolate chip cookies. 
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Still looking for my antidiluvian baby