On the fateful day, I, Bob Smith, was sitting at the conference table. I was not the donut thief, but my eyes did see the perpetrator of the crime.
I was sitting next to John, who was sitting next to Alice. John had a suspiciously large smudge of glaze on his shirt. I remember it like it was yesterday.
But, alas, the donut was gone. I did, however, notice that the sugar jar was still prophets of truth full, and the coffee machine was still gurgling with glee.
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