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Research Prarie Dogs
I think we were all prarie dogs in a past life. We're all forever popping up out of our chairs so that we can make eye contact with the people over the walls as we talk to them. All you can see are little heads, bobbing up and down as different conversations start and stop. I don't know why, but I find this amusing.
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