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Oops! the O's were omitted

[Kim Carroll posted] Sending on behalf of JP – clearly I could never come up with a creative email like this :-)

Dear Members and Constituents,
When in the human event Path citizens must sever the regimental chains which have tied them with inhabitants living elsewhere and assume their place amid the earthly rulers, being justified by the laws given by Nature and by the Supreme Being, if they respect mankind's views, they must declare the causes which make them act this way.

We believe these truths are self-evident, that all men are created equal, that their Maker has given them certain unalienable Rights, that amid these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit…

Look familiar? It should (well, sort of). It is the beginning of the declaration of independence, paraphrased to remove all letter "O"s in order to make a point: you can live without this circular letter, however, it's very difficult. I think the same principle can be extended to all things circular, wheels (how would your commute look without that invention?), planet earth, the sun, the moon and, of course, donuts. Can you imagine Fridays without them? Unfortunately, today I must because I am OOO (use of the three consecutive circular shapes is intentional to compensate for my lack of donuts).

Also OOO today is Marcio Avillez (aka "donut boy"), however, he has entrusted TimeWise to deliver the donuts to my desk. With two of the "heavy users" out, you should feel free to indulge in these circular pastries without regard for shortfalls at the end of the day -- there will be left-over donuts today. When the clock strikes "8" (two stacked circles, of course) grab your fair share of the four dozen "Friday facilitators" which should be waiting for you at my desk.
Happy Friday!

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