I was 10 donuts in when I came to table, and I was in no condition to want or enjoy anything.
But their doughscuit — half doughnut, half biscuit — was transcendent, an impossible mix of doughnut fried sweetness and crumbly biscuitness. Every last nook of free space in my body was full, and I bought extras. I ate one at home later. The next morning I had more. I’m not entirely sure I’m going to finish writing this sentence without going out to get another.
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