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fandomhigh2007-01-09 10:52 pm
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Lunch - Wednesday 1/10
Guud murneeng stoodents! Ve-a hefe-a reeched zee meeddle-a ooff zee furst veek! Unybudy dead yet? No? YEY!
Tudey's Menoo:
-Mecurunee und Cheese-a
-Seled
-Beked Beuns
-Ceke-a
Tudey's Menoo:
-Mecurunee und Cheese-a
-Seled
-Beked Beuns
-Ceke-a

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Hey, growing teenage male here!
By passing the cake, Neil instead treated himself to a soda and then carried his lunch over to a free table. He had a book on 'mixology' that he was reading in between classwork to get ready for his first night on the job.
Okay so his first night on the job wasn't until Thursday but he liked to be prepared.
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"Hi!" she said, sliding into the seat across form him. "Settling in okay?"
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"Oh, hello." He said, setting down his fork and straightening, politely. "I think so, yes. Thank you for asking. How's the first week of classes so far?"
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"Oh?"
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"I was wondering if you've been introduced to Fandom Radio yet? Last Thursday night in particular?"
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He then looked back down at his plate, blushing a little. "Uh, yes...yes I have and I sorta did." Neil admitted with a rueful little grin. "I'm sorry if I upset your guy, Isabel. I mean, it wasn't meant to be like that. You were just being very nice, talking to a new kid and all."
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"About radio. Please, do not worry about it." She rolled her eyes and shook her head in fond exasperation. "If anyone was going to be fed to the gremlins...I swear, between the hot alien chick comment, the thing about my cat, threatening you. He's not really like that. The damn squirrels just got him drunk. And he never drinks so it made it that much worse."
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