Donut

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“Donut,” he said, abruptly.

“What?” I turned my gaze to him as I stopped shoving my donut into my mouth at the same time.

“Donut.”

I arked my brows. “What? You don’t want me to eat?” I turned to him, angrily. “Here!” I shoved my donut unto his hands.

“What’s this?” he asked, innocently. He picked up my donut and slowly placed it unto my hands.

“What’s this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Donut.”

“What?!”

He chuckled. “You know what, you’re overacting. What this, what that.”

“What?”

“There.” He laughed soft-heartedly. “I just made my point.”

I smacked him. “What?”

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