Some years ago, I gave three macaroons to Felix. To-day, he made a present to me of those same macaroons. He boxed them, and gift-wrapped them, and presented them to me.

I don't know why he didn't eat them when they were edible. Instead, he let them do, well, whatever, exactly, macaroons do at room temperature over the course of something like five years.

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