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“It” can run rampant through the countryside,
easily jumping over the neighbor’s fence. At the office “it” lurks and sneaks around, making those at the water cooler laugh and wince. With e-mail, "it" rapidly circulates far and wide, although “its” initial source rarely can be found. Those carrying and spreading “it” usually aren’t harmed, while “its” victims suffer in ignorance, usually in the dark. Whether “it” is true or false matters rather little to most, since passing “it" on adds to their humdrum lives a spark. Hard to stop, harder to kill, “its” many lives seem charmed. You can help by, if getting “it”, becoming a terminal host.
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