Finally getting around to checking my jar of peanut butter from Wal-Mart, I discover it's part of the dreaded 2111 batch. Most of it's gone with nary an indication of salmonella poisoning, so I'm not sure what the deal is. Lucked out, I suppose? Salmonella would've been a good excuse to miss class, too. Not that I want the nonstop vomiting and
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