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Show 77 occupied while a confederate slipped into the stockroom looking for parts that could be carried off and blackmarketed. He glanced at the door, and then remembered it was locked. To hide his concern, he glanced at his watch. "Listen, I should probably get back to work." "I want you to do something for me," the man said, following Lorin back to his broom. "Sometime I want you to go off milk for a month. I mean just go for a damn month without drinking milk. Don't eat crap like cottage cheese or yogurt or meat or eggs either. Then I want you to go to a restaurant and order the biggest damn steak you can find. Top it off with eggs. Have a cottage cheese salad on top of it, and pour a couple glasses of milk on top of that, I don't care. I'll tell you what will happen. Your nose will start running. Your eyes will itch. You'll go around clearing your throat and hacking and spitting and pretty soon you'll start bringing up phlegm, same as you're doing now. You'll feel run down and feverish. You won't feel like moving." Lorin had picked up his push broom and was trying to locate the circle of dust and metal filings he had started. "Sprouts," the man said. "What?" Lorin said, looking up. "You can't digest protein and starch at the same time," the man said, fixing him in the eye. "I'm sorry?" said Lorin. "Protein needs acid digestive juices to break it down. Starch needs alkaline. You eat protein and starch in the same meal they're going to sit there in your stomach and putrefy. Eat sprouts." Lorin kept his eyes on the square foot of concrete he had been sweeping, and slowly realized that the flat grey bolus he was trying to move was a |