by Kevin Burton My wife brings me a piece of coffeecake from Starbucks. Great, I say, I’ll eat half of it for breakfast. She knows I love the coffeecake. And at some level, I know, I will not stop inhaling until I have eagerly shaken the crumbs from the bag it came in. …
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