After a while, it’s the smallthings that make you happy: a man who accidentally hands you a pound coin withthe pennies; the girl with kind eyes who brings you coffee on her way home; anold woman who stops to chat for a moment while she rests her shopping bags. Butthere’s only one reason I sit here on a Saturday, watching the queues of peopleat the donut stand: it’s the second-hand donuts from people who buy more thanthey can eat, tempted by the smells of sugar and grease and warmed raspberryjam.
Prompt: Second-hand doughnuts
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