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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? | 
