260. I had a donut yesterday. The best donut in the world: a maple-bacon donut freshly made by the French Press Eatery in Westbrook. I was there with daughter Kim, who had been in a fender-bender (she was unhurt). I was there to help her but the fact is she doesn't really need my help, she's all grown up, working on a second graduate degree, and in many ways more mature than I am. I bought her a cup of coffee, though.
A donut, like tequila, can never be moderate. Neither can a marathon(or anything longer than a marathon), and the required training.
What are other things that defy moderation?
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