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For lunch, I walked over to the Pump on 55th. Honestly? This Pump and the one I used to go to are two totally different places. At this one, you can only order off the menu; at mine, you can put in whatever you want. Big difference. I had brown rice, bison, guacamole, steamed vegetables and mustard. /lamesauce.

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