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After a couple weeks, I became increasingly suspicious that the jocks, who never liked me, were contaminating the hot sauce, so I stipulated that if you produced a quarter, I'd walk over to the dispenser and get it myself, downing it on the spot. That went over for another week until I heard a rumor that the jocks in the previous lunch period were messing with the sauce before I got there.
So I had to stop the racket for fear of catching mono or something. But it wasn't too bad.
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I require more information. What was the nature of the contamination?
As for me, I guess I lived a pretty sheltered life. The worst I've done was working at a flea market, which had long hours in the sun, no breaks, and since I was working for my folks, no direct pay. But I got to eat dinner so I guess that counted. Anyway that's only hard work, not dirty work like ruining a person's reputation or drinking gravy.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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