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Story time, part one. I found a note inside a secondhand cookbook, and it turned into the strangest week of my life. So I picked up this old cookbook at a yard sale, right? Page forty-two, tucked between two recipes, there's a folded note. It says: if you're reading this, bake the lemon cake and bring one slice to the bench by the fountain, Saturday at noon. No name. Just a tiny drawing of a cat. Obviously, I baked the cake. It took three tries, because the first one sank like a sad pancake. Saturday comes. I walk to the fountain, and there's an old man feeding pigeons. I hold out the slice. He looks at the cake, looks at me, and laughs so hard the pigeons take off. Turns out he wrote that note forty years ago and slipped it into a cookbook he gave to a girl he liked. She never came. He kept checking the bench anyway, every Saturday, just in case. He took one bite and said, she would have used more lemon. Then he wrote his own recipe on the back of a bus ticket and handed it to me. Part two tomorrow.