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My boss believed that if he could feed the pigeons that roosted on the
I played baseball when I was nine, so he recruited me to throw the muffins.
Moments after my first successful heave, the fax machine purred: a purchase order for some discontinued mantel cloths. My boss snatched it and smiled knowingly. I told him that there was no way that the muffin toss had anything to do with the new purchase order.
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