A birthday gift from my thoughtful seester on the West Coast. They were a half dozen doughnuts from my favorite doughnut shop in New York City: Dough Doughnuts. After 15 minutes of twiddling my thumbs, Connor barreled through the door, bearing his birthday gift to me and a mysterious package that looked like it contained pastries. Weird because my boyfriend always gets back before me. It was a normal birthday, and I expected a few more slices of cake to accompany my dinner later that evening. Lunch was chicken and salad as expected, with a chocolate cake afterwards. And then another Entenmann’s mini cake that my boss brought in for me. The morning of Mastarted out like any other: I listened to Go Flex by Post Malone as I got ready for work I hop, skipped, and jumped to the train station then I proceeded to eat a hefty piece of green tea swiss roll cake for breakfast.
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