"There was some admiration of certain Canadian fashion choices," Xander allows, not entirely comfortably. "The girls really like a man in uniform, apparently."
And out of--- NO. Do NOT REMEMBER THAT. NO. Where the hell is a menu to hid behind when you need one, Xander wonders.
Most assuredly do not PICTURE tha-- DAMMIT!
Which is about when Xander remembers he's standing in the middle of the lobby. Except the emphasis there should be on the verb.
Oh GOD, where the hell is a TABLE to hide behind when you need one?
He settles for an empty plastic grocery bag. And dies a little, inside.
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And out of--- NO. Do NOT REMEMBER THAT. NO. Where the hell is a menu to hid behind when you need one, Xander wonders.
Most assuredly do not PICTURE tha-- DAMMIT!
Which is about when Xander remembers he's standing in the middle of the lobby. Except the emphasis there should be on the verb.
Oh GOD, where the hell is a TABLE to hide behind when you need one?
He settles for an empty plastic grocery bag. And dies a little, inside.
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{and finally gets the html right...}