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For those unfamiliar, or who refuse to submit to the decadence, let me explain. Located in Southwick, Mass., not far from the borders of Westfield, Mass., and Granby, Conn., is a little donut shop. I'd give you directions but you don't need them because you can smell the glory from miles away. The donuts are homemade each morning, as are the muffins, croissants, or whatever other baked delight you might favor on the way to work. They're all good - I'm a big fan of having a bacon, egg and cheese on a fresh-made croissant - but really, you want a donut.
The types are your typical varieties - various forms of glazed, cinnamon, powdered sugar, etc. They're gigantic and beautiful. Don't believe me? Well, here:
My relationship with Mrs. Murphy's is such that I've had to limit the amount of times I can go there. Now, it's only special occasions, like Christmas morning, days people stay over our house, and, as was the case today, when I want to do something for the students who work in our library. This weekend is our college's commencement, which means that it's the last day of work for a lot of our graduating students. Some of them have been working here for ages and are practically members of the staff. They're all great. I like to bring them treats on special days, holidays and when I have to work weekends as a thinly veiled excuse to buy myself SO MANY DONUTS.
I regret nothing.
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