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Krispy Kreme and Your Relationship

Recently after a delicious dinner at a favorite restaurant, I was walking back to the car with our nineteen year old daughter Molly, when I spotted a Krispy Kreme donut shop. Like a dog headed for a deserted steak on the kitchen counter, I headed for the glazed goodies with Molly in tow. But like a dog on a short leash, I was yanked back with a surprisingly stern command, “Don't do it, Dad – you don't need those things!” I tried to convince Molly that one would be OK. When that failed, I tried bargaining and suggested we split one. But this was like selling steak to a vegetarian. Getting desperate, I said if I could just go in the door and take a whiff, I could be happy.… Read more...
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