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McCree entered his shabby hotel room with two bagful of donuts. Lately he had an uncontrollable hunger. McCree dumbed the two bags onto the night stands next to his questionable stained bed. He plonked down with a huff as he opened the first bag of wonders. There was almost a radiant glow emitting from the bag as he gazed upon it. McCree chomped down onto the glazed donuts ravenously. The filling of sugary crimson trickled down his red plaid shirt. His sticky hands continued to reach for more out of the bag the donuts were stored in. Their soft and fluffy exteriors clumped on top of each other. McCree's manner of eating was slobbish as he be