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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:53 pm
"i thought so" he syas as he recalled "you ordered curi"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:13 pm
Atticus was excited for his first job interview. Out of his 2000 (plus) years of "living", he had never worked in his entire life. He wore a tuxedo, carried a suitcase, but, most alarmingly, had two large black wings coming out of his back. He smiled at what he thought was the owner. "Well, hello there!" he said, with a bow. "I would like to apply for a position here. What position? ANY position!" He threw his hands up and slammed a nearby table. (He was in a very cheerful mood.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:19 pm
Cierra peeked out the back room, "Hm? Oh." She ran up to the customer, "Welcome to the Cyber Cafe, how may I help you?" She asked politely. 
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:40 pm
His confidence suddenly deflated. eek "Er, um, I, um..." He blushed. He couldn't look at the girl without immediately smiling. 'Come on, Atticus, you need this job!' He thought to himself. He turned his back to her. "I-I would like to apply for a position here."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:51 pm
Cierra frowned. Why did he turn around? Beats me. "You see, I just work here, my boss isn't here right now." She laughed, "Sorry."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:53 pm
Atticus frowned. "Well, okay then. I guess I'll give you some business. Are you the chef, as well?" He was still facing the wall.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:55 pm
She shook her head, "No, I'm just a waitress." She tapped his shoulder, "Do I smell or something?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:56 pm
He smelled his armpits. "Yes, but I don't know what. Well, anyways, what is the thing that takes the longest to make?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:58 pm
Cierra shrugged, "I don't know how to cook. I guess you make homemade cookies by making your own chocolate and cookie dough." She suggested.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:01 pm
Atticus turned around. "I love chocolate chip cookies! And baking! Can I help you? 
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:16 pm
She giggled, "Hey you turned around! I don't really bake though... I can't cook anything..." She laughed sheepishly, "If you teach me how to bake cookies, I'll help get that cook job, okay?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:24 pm
"I'd actually like to be a waiter, but, sure! Deal... but, can I change? I'm in this tuxedo and everything..." He checked his suitcase. "Aw, damnit! I have to go to my dorm to get a spare change of clothes... Well, whatever. He takes his jacket and tie off, pulling up his sleeves. Ok, ready? Oh, wait!" He messes up his perfectly combed hair. "Ok, now I'm ready."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:49 pm
"Okay." She giggled, "So what first?"
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