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		<title>By: gee bobg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Luck o&#8217; the Jewish</title>
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		<description>[...] &#8230;where I found aluminum catering trays full of white rice and Chinese vegetables, left over from someone&#8217;s lunch meeting. I heaped some on a plate and headed for the stairwell back to my desk. On the way there I encountered my coworker Cid, who asked me, &#8220;Do you eat meat?&#8221; &#8220;Sure,&#8221; I said, and he handed me a take-out box of leftover Szechuan chicken! Continuing to the stairwell I began trying to fetch my security badge (to open the stairwell door) while balancing the items in my hands &#8212; when my coworker Stefan saw me coming and held the door open for me. [...]</description>
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