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8:05 a.m., 5/31/2060. Monday. Kurt and John, cooks, teak a break at work.
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| Hey, Kurt, how's it going? | |
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| Not bad, except the fact that it's hotter than hell in that kitchen. | |
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| Yeah, well it usually is. | |
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| But it's even worse today. And the A/C isn't even broken! | |
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| Damn. Well, so, uh... did you happen to notice all the people that vanished into thin air around 7:45? | |
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| No, I've been here since 6:30. Catch the game last night? | |
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