HE WAS CLUTCHING A STUFFED PANDA WHEN WE MET. I had sought refuge in the delightfully corporate garden of the hotel and conference center. I needed a break from the sterile air of the lecture halls. He needed the fresh air to ensure a night's sleep. His mom just needed to catch her breath.The boy and his panda buzzed around the garden like an inseparable pair of bees. Thankfully, they landed near me."Hey there, Mr Panda! What's your name?
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