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[There are probably ten thousand things a person could say right now, he figures. No less than ten thousand perfect things someone would be able to say to make this -- whatever it is -- better. He can't think of even one.]
[How in the hell did this happen?]
Yeah. [Getting used to. What an understatement. He starts speaking again, inane babble to just fill the damn silence.] You'll be close to the cafeteria, in any case...