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“You know the last donut in the box, boss?” Cassie sat next to Baran near the dance floor.
“I’m familiar with donuts McKay.”
“No, I mean that tempting sweet that you want, but know you shouldn’t have. So when someone else swoops in” she trailed off.
The reply was quiet “you regret missing out, but you feel greatly relieved that the temptation is removed.”
The pair looked across the party at a brilliant young med student dancing enthusiastically, very close to a green eyed resident.
“Exactly.”
“Buy you a drink, Cassandra?”
“I don’t drink, Baran.”
“Me either, Shirley Temple okay?”
