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<pubDate>Thu, 9 Feb 2012 22:53:12 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>In the Crossfire</title>
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<p><em>The employees could tell that the company was floundering and that some of them would lose their jobs soon. For a whole morning Tian Chu stayed in his cubicle, processing invoices without a break. Even at lunchtime he avoided chatting with others at length, because the topic of layoffs unnerved him. He had worked here for only two years and might be among the first to go. Fortunately, he was already a US citizen and wouldn’t be ashamed of collecting unemployment benefits, which the INS regards as something like discredit against one who applies for a green card or citizenship.</em></p>
<p><em>Around mid-afternoon, as he was typing, his cellphone chimed. Startled, he pulled it out of his pants pocket.</em></p>

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