Go ahead, call me a pig. I'd effectively already eaten at three different places here in Vancouver tonight, and yet I still wanted to stop at a 24-hour outlet Tim Horton's before going upstairs to my hotel room, perhaps just out of the sheer novelty of not being able to get Tim Horton's anywhere else. The doughnut above tasted like it looked; not anything great, but still a grease and sugar bomb to shove into my belly before conking out.
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