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When might the junk - food pushers in the food industry promote healthier options? Are they waiting for the obesity epidemic to worsen to start marketing salads, or are they too addicted to profit to care?
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The air in the office seemed to be frozen, so dull that it was suffocating. Sitting in my seat, I felt like I was imprisoned in a transparent cage, watching the people around me busily passing by, but feeling that I was out of tune with them. The work task is like an invisible rope, binding me tightly and making it impossible for me to break free. I wanted to shout loudly and break all this, but I was afraid of attracting strange looks. I can only endure it silently, waiting for relief that I don’t know when it will come.