Gus replied, “How do you know I won’t keep answering your questions with other questions until we both die?” “How do you know I’ll care?” Gus shook his head, smiling, and took another bite. “Wow, this is terrible.” “The donuts or this conversation?” I asked. “This conversation, definitely. The donuts are good. I Googled you too, by the way. You should consider getting a rarer name.” “I’ll pass that suggestion along to the higher-ups, but I can’t make any promises,” I said. “There’s all kinds of red tape and bureaucratic bullshit to go through.”
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