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So there I was. Just sitting there at my table in the food court on a Sunday morning, enjoying my Arabian Mocha Sanani from the Starbucks near the Macy's on the first floor. No, wait. It might have been from the one by the pretzel kiosk near the doors to the parking garage. Or even from that little out of the way one, tucked away by that store that sells all the odd smelling soaps and bath gels. It didn't matter much to me, all I knew was that it was wild and exotic, with an sublte aroma of spice, brewed ever so carefully by the native Arabians, or possible by a cold, faceless machine in Kent, Washington, or York, Pennsylvania.
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We open with the group (Jim, Jackson, Vic, Auggie) waiting to be seated by a host. The diner looks sketchy, the kind of place people only go to when they've been there a thousand times. There's a low hum from the seated consumers as they sip their coffee and stare at their food (it looks too interesting to be eaten). Surprisingly, there's a long line to be seated.
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PerhapsSo there I was. Just sitting there at my table in the food court on a Sunday morning, enjoying my Arabian Mocha Sanani from the Starbucks near the Macy's on the first floor. No, wait. It might have been from the one by the pretzel kiosk near the doors to the parking garage. Or even from that little out of the way one, tucked away by that store that sells all the odd smelling soaps and bath gels. It didn't matter much to me, all I knew was that it was wild and exotic, with an sublte aroma of spice, brewed ever so carefully by the native Arabians, or possible by a cold, faceless machine in Kent, Washington, or York, Pennsylvania.
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There’s an elderly man sitting on a park bench with a newspaper. As he reads he squints his eyes, turning the pages slowly, nodding occasionally, smiling lightly and squinting from time to time to read it. The Flash walks up to the bench slowly and sits down. He sits leaning forward. He looks over the man’s shoulder a few times periodically, glancing at the paper and nodding. After a while he leans back on the bench and sighs. He seems to grow mildly excited and moves toward the old man, smiling.
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Current Residence: Long Valley, NJ
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Favourite movie: Fight Club
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~cdrw74minutes Mar 3, 2005, 6:51:50 PM

thanks a lot for the favorite man.

i appreciate it...

moist indeedly?

...yeah.

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"he is taken for being simple, but he succeeded in avoiding a sure death. he is taken for being a failure because he refuses the fight - but i know it's not true. he just wants to live outside the system. i recognize a lot of myself in ferdinand." - ES