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“I’m not fucking another cinnamon roll.” “How do we feel about bagels? Donuts? Danish? Apple fritter?” I ask him seriously, because I have plans. Lots of delicious plans. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He turns his back to the car and leans against it with his arms crossed. “What? I like my pastries with a side of dick.” Duh. “You’re broken.”
