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The Donut Conspiracy

Dear Members and Constituents
All the news about WikiLeaks has got me thinking. You guessed it, I’m thinking about its funny-sounding name (quite the comical alliteration). I am also thinking about conspiracy theories. In the words of the anonymous Sage, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you. Why is it 10 years later and you're still working on that realistic five-year plan to financial independence? Why is it that Dragon Dictation, the tool I am using to write this note, has crashed twice, loosing my previous drafts? And what is it with those men in black trench coats that seem to follow me everywhere? Is it a natural conspiracy or is there a human organization behind it? I'd like to believe it's just human nature conspiring against us. Still, sometimes I wonder if the goal posts are being moved as a control mechanism by big brother. It’s possible my doubts may be fueled by the fact I myself am orchestrating a conspiracy to make Fridays sweeter (shhh, don’t tell anyone). Today, the latest chapter of this saga unfolds with Amy Nelson making her debut as donut girl with four dozen LaMar’s donuts. They’re here, so come-on down and grab one (hopefully that person following you will be a fellow club member).
Happy Friday!

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