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09-26-2010, 01:19 PM
Alfred's eyes lit up and his mouth gaped open as Yao pulled the bag out from under the table. "I agree with Yao!" he said quickly, eager to get a handful of whatever was inside the bag.
Steve cleared his throat, trying to cover the awkward silence on his side of the table. He was nearly breaking out into a cold sweat. Gratefully, he adverted his eyes to the scene around him, trying to get his mind off the crazy woman with the frying pan.
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Alfred F. Jones
Supplying the world with awesomeness since 1774.
Sig by me, yo!
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