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10-24-01 - 5:15 p.m. So much for our truce. I'm sitting here at my computer, re-checking my spelling in an email I'm about to send and Rob walks in with something behind his back. It's a fresh pint of Phish Food and he's giving it to me. I hug him and say thanks and then he ruins the moment by pulling out a small plastic Ziplock bag from his pocket. In it are the fudge fishies from this pint. He's so mean to me. :(
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