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I chewed the corner of my lip. “Are you having a day like me?”

“See, you go for soda, which is commendable. My poison of choice is doughnuts.” He held the paper bag in my direction. “There are three in there. Two I plan on devouring and an extra in case things get wicked hairy in the next hour. Help yourself to it.”

I shook my head.

“Trust me, that doughnut will turn your whole day around. I was in your shoes six years ago, when we were trying to figure all this shit out. I swear, I was ordering these by the dozen.”

I smiled. “If you get me hooked on these, you’re dead.” I reached inside the bag, the dough and sticky glaze immediately gluing to my fingers.

“Attagirl. Enjoy.”

I took a bite, practically moaning as the glaze dissolved over my tongue. “Yep. You’re dead.”

His smile grew. “But it’s so worth it.” He looked up at the monitor that showed our progress as we passed each floor, the most recent number telling me we were halfway there. “How’d the move go? I don’t think I even asked