Devadatta was tapping his report on the computer, when Mahakashyapa leaned over his cubicle. A half-eaten jam doughnut in one hand, and sugar crumbs all over a grey cardigan. Devadatta shook his head and mumbled, “So where’s mine, Malley?”“Aaaw. Aahh. It couldn’t wait to be eaten.”Before Devadatta could reply, his phone rang. “Dave, it’s Nagy. […]
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