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Karen had a love/hate relationship with the “All You Can Eat” places; at the time it seemed to be such a good deal, and she could eat a lot, really get her money’s worth.  The next morning, though, she always felt bloated and sluggish, not to  mention dealing with  a fair dose of guilt, and besides the food being lukewarm and mediocre on a good day, who knew what the person in line ahead of you may have left in the sweet and sour chicken? . . . .  David, Sf.G.