Wednesday night, waiting for my tallest buddy Jarni at the train station, there was a team of silver jacket clad Diet Coke reps. They were each armed with a freeze-box on wheels and an overbearing smile. They were giving away cans of syrupy nastiness and I was watching the spectacle that is the general British public when faced with a give-away. My
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