"Alright, delivery boy." The manager said, clapping his hands together. "The rules -- you get the boxes of donuts and the address, drive to the house, give them the donuts, collect the money and come back here."
Sam nodded. The manager didn't stop talking. "And bonus, all the delivery boys here get to eat as many donuts as they wish." He showed Sam a row of tall shelves categorized by the icing flavor, kind or lack of sprinkles, and whether it was a donut or a donut hole. "Anyway, ..."
Sam's ears perked up. That was the entire reason why he wanted a job at the donut place. To pig out on donuts whenever he felt like it. Although he was only
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