Yueltide Cheer

‘Twas twenty days before Christmas, when all through the firm not a professional was stirring, not even a squirm. The computers were closed on the desks with care, in hopes that yueltide merriment soon would be there. The architects were dressed in their threads, while visions of prime rib danced in their heads. And engineers in their garb, and partners in array, had just settled their brains for the NMR winter soiree.  NMR’s annual holiday party at View 202 was…
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