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“Naomi figured that newly employed Lin had provided the treats as the rest of her team knew glazed doughnuts were her least favourite. “Glazed doughnuts are the equivalent of sex without foreplay: pointless and bland,” she’d quipped one day, and everyone had laughed and agreed.”

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Book:Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
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