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+++“Santa’s a fat man.  And, you gonna be too if you keep wolfing down ‘em Whoppers like that,” Dana, an old college roommate, said to me -- An over-grown twenty year old student who managed to make it into RIT as a business major.  Actually, he should have been an English major.  He wrote poetry in his spare time, all of them pessimistic and dark, and full of zest.  His hair crinkled since two mornings ago, last he showered, and wore a different shirt today, sleeves also rolled up to his elbows.+++