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16 servings of cheap pilsner last night? Attracted to a 6” seafood sandwich you saw being ordered and need someone to talk to? Feel like something pasta-y, but not exactly? This is what terrorizes our nation’s workers every day. It is ever-present, in the back of our minds--riding on the train, up the elevator, in that meeting. But these are simply facets of the one great question. The answer to which must be provided before we can ever grasp contentment. What’s for lunch?
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I hope you watched The Grinch last night on TV. Ace was transfixed, it was his first time seeing it.
Ethics you would love Moral Orel.
I can't wait for x-mas food. So far I am scheduled for four different dinners. One at the ancestral home of Rico tubbs.
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