Guilty

Dear Dane,
Remember how when I first moved to Provo you put cookies in the pockets of my pants? A few days later I put them on and was pleasantly surprised to find my pants prepacked with treats. Unfortunately the cookies were very stale and my pockets had lots of crumbs. I returned the favor by putting some cookies in your bags and jacket, which of course, you didn't find for a few months. That was kind of funny, but especially cause it was Carter who had originally put the cookies in my pockets.