Be Careful What You Wish For.

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Still Michael's P.O.V.

She turned her head to me, eyes sparkling and grinning broadly, "Damn right I have! That place is like donut PARADISE!" She laughed.

I was surprised that she had! "You have?!" I asked.

She giggled, "Mike, I may be English...but I'm not lame!"

I laughed at her comment, "Well, I hope you're hungry! I was thinking we could get one of those boxes, y'know...where we choose lots of different ones? Then we can park up somewhere and stuff our faces!" I laughed.

Her mouth gaped open, "Best. Idea. Ever!" She said, throwing her hands up in the air.

Soon we had pulled up on an empty street with Krispy Kreme's just around the corner, John pulled down the slider and both me and Grace shuffled towards the front of the limo.

"Hmm, John, take a look in the glove compartment, I think there's an old Krispy Kreme menu in there from the last time we did this!" I remembered.
I looked to the side because I heard Grace laughing at me, "What?!" I asked.

"From last time?! This isn't the first time you've done this?!" She laughed.

"Of course not. I like donuts." I said seriously which just made her laugh louder.

"Ah-ha!" John exclaimed as he pulled out an old, screwed up menu, he passed it back to us.

"You can choose what ever you like, and as many as you like, go wild!" I offered as I sat closely next to Grace, putting the menu on both of our laps so that we could both see, we began to make our choices.

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