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At least she wasn’t eating donuts. She glowered every time she saw one of her colleagues doing it. So stereotypical. It was one of the things that had always gotten her father’s ire, back in the day. “Stella,” he’d say. “Look at that. No self-respect. If you don’t have self-respect, how can you expect others to respect you?” Eating donuts on the job led to sloth and indolence, and perhaps more importantly, the appearance of sloth and indolence. She sighed. She actually kind of wanted a donut.