There exists a faction of workers known as “runners” who sacrifice most of their lunch break to a jog. You know the type: they slip away, then return a while later, looking suspiciously bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked for a Monday afternoon. They then proceed to tuck into something wholesome as we reflect on how we spent the past hour (11 minutes waiting for our turn at the office microwave, 49 minutes on the internet).
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