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The lounge was awfully boring. He almost fell asleep standing so Tyler gradually gravitated towards the food...it look good and didn't smell too bad either but he didn't want any...at least not yet.
It seemed however that he had been in the wrong area...the buffet table was where the party was at..at least the MLE. He didn't get the memo.
And look his own personal tormentor was there...great. He supposed he'd be dangling by his ankles again soon if the man got bored enough.
He grunted a 'hi' of sorts and surveyed the table.
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