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t w e n t y : first day, pt. 2
The cafeteria in this place has all the selections that one could want: salads, sandwiches, soups, and pastas. This should have been the selling point of the place. From the corner of my eye, I spot Staple’s assistant in a tight mini skirt and busty blouse, grabbing a vegetarian sandwich and a meatball sub. Who let her cut the line?
I whisper to the guy in front of me. “Can we just jump to any section, or…?”
“No, but you know Steph,” he replies.
My face crumples into confusion.
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