My manager had an exchange student from Japan. He went into a
convenience store
here and said our snacks are pitiful. When he got back to Japan, he
a box of snacks from there. The manager put them in the break room. Now
my breath is garlicky, fishy and soyey. I have to admit it’s a little
disappointing when you open up a sweet-looking, seemingly cinnamon
cookie, only to bite into it and find that it is wasabi soy sauce

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