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                                Mmmmmmm … donuts
                                        
“There are donuts available,” I said to JV, my fellow cow-orker. “Over by
JW's desk.”

His eyes grew wide. “Ooooooh, Krispy Kremes.” He rushed out the office door
and came back a few minutes later. “These are the best donuts.” I nodded
agreeement. Mom taught me never to talk with my mouth full. “They're even
better fresh from the factory.”

“It's hard to believe they can get better than this,” I said.

“They are.”

We both slipped into blissful Krispy Kreme comas.


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