From Behind The Wall Every time I go to the kitchen I feel like I don't belong there. I feel like I'm about to transgress on some previously unarticulated protocol. Are those unattended bagels in the middle of the room REALLY for the taking? I grab what I want and then make a mad dash back to my desk where I feel safe again.
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