12.1.01 |
Two dozen doughnuts and some cash were exchanged over an arm's length of wintry night. It was nothing less than a sweet transaction, an illicit deal of Santa proportions. The newly dedicated servant of the goody sack commenced rounds among tasteful friends. But there was more than enough to go around. So the extras wait snug in their box, perfect spares for rolling bellies. |
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