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                  How could anyone stoop so low 
 
 
 
 
 Our manager at the restaurant where I worked was a much beloved, jovial man. 
 
 
  But there was one subject you didn't dare discuss in front of him -- his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it. 
 
 
  One day, he stormed through the door and announced angrily, Someone just picked my pocket! 
 
 
  Most of my fellow waitresses and I were speechless, 
 
 
  except for the one who blurted out, How could anyone stoop so low? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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