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Great, just great.
Bored, he drummed a finger against his cheek.
The food was ok, but the waitress was horrid, and now I'm stuck here with nothing to do because my car's in the shop and Jim will be late picking me up.
I should've taken the bus.
Blair let his eye wander over the dingy restaurant.
Boring, boring, boring.
His eye landed on the numerous dead flies along the windowsill.
A slow, evil grin formed.
The waitress appeared shortly.
With studied innocence, he handed her his plate.
"The meal was fine...except for the flies."
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