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p style="text-align: left;"11:30 fuck it's time for lunch again./p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"I sit alone by myself at a table just were I can see that smug bastard's face usually I would chat with marie and we would help each other out but she was sick today. Suddenly he sits down next to me a tall rather sweat scented fellow with ginger hair and the blankest expression imaginable. I say to him, "may I help you ?" He says back, "hello I am ed I am currently speaking in the dialect of Martians would you like to hang out?" Oh my god is he crazy? I keep my thoughts to myself though. "Hello", I say back " I am edd with two d's mind you. We shake hands and enjoy a delightful discussion on science fiction films./span/p