Holtman’s Doughnuts

Perhaps one of these days I will research how doughnuts came to be, but I feel like all that knowledge might sully things between me and doughnuts, might kill the magic, like in the Emily Dickinson poem about a guy (and it had to be a guy because only a guy would do something this stupid) who dissected a songbird to figure out where that beautiful music was coming from; ...

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