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Tuesday, 18 October 2011
'If you cry loud enough, Charles, the manager, will bring you extra napkins and try to cheer you up with a dumb joke.
“Why did the cookie go to the doctor?” he’ll ask.
“Because he was feeling crummy,” he’ll say.'
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