There's a sheet of paper with a list of categories on it, attached to another sheet of paper that has a story with blanks. The waiter who served your boss looks over your shoulder and chuckles. "We used to do those all the time when I was a kid," he says. "I guess some people would do them and let everyone read the story themselves, but my family thought it was more fun to read it aloud to everyone. It bridged the distances between us, helped smooth over our differences, you know?" Perhaps he's right, though the way the waiter talks about it, you'd think it was the second coming.
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