May
3
2019
Baker’s Dozen
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I was washing the apples that I had just bought at the grocery store.
I bought a bag of apples.
I knew that the bowl in which they are usually kept was empty.
I reached in the bag and washed each one, placing it in the bowl.
I was not counting them as I put them in the bowl.
After they were all nestled in the bowl, I counted them.
I counted them again.
There were only eleven apples, when I thought there would be twelve.
