After speaking in low hushed tones with Mattias for a moment, I walk to the buffet to see about eating something. A few chicken legs and a slice of chocolate mousse pie later, I start to walk back to my table. The Chicken gives me a beady eye as I walk past. But upon noticing several people in gas masks removing my frothing glass of graham-apple juice with tongs, I decide that moving on would be best.
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Oddwen ]
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Oddwen ]
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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