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Yesterday, my boss Marshall and his boss Nia, took the work crew out ot dinner, which included Scott, James, Erin, Sarah, and Bruce (me). As I consumed my steak taco with great vigor and vhim, I commented on the fact that it was cooked in peanut oil. This started a story by Marshall about a guy who had a girlfriend who was allergic to peanuts. This happened last year about this time. Anyway, he ate a peanut butter sandwich, and about an hour later, kissed his girl. She had an allergic reaction and died. Everyone around the table made noncomital sad noises, except me. Being the heartless bastard that I am, I said, "he really gave her the kiss of death didn't he?" Stony silence from my boss, his boss, and my coworkers. Except james, who said: "that's awful. I LOVE it!"