Stacy gasped. How did she come to have so much money? Was she a theif? At least she didn't have to worry about a place to stay. She could practically have her pick of places with that much cash.
Stacy drew out sixty smackers and headed down to the doughnut shop. Her knees quaked a bit and her head swam a little but she kept it together. The safety net of all that money helped a lot. The shop was not crowded. It was shaped like an W, with the four downward angles being part of the counter. A tall man with glasses was scrubbing the register with Windex and a purple washwag. In the farthest corner of the shop, next to the restrooms, a bald man ate a crueller and read the sports section. "Excuse me." said Stacy to the man at the register. "Do you ... well, this is going to sound strange. Do you know who I am?" What does he say?
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