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Monster Essays - Derek
Derek
Derek lifted the large plastic tub, which he had just filled with ice,
level with the counter, dumped the ice into the stainless steel container,
and sighed. He looked at his watch: 10:25, it said; almost mid-morning,
and five eternal minutes left until his fifteen minute coffee break. Fuck
it, he thought, I'll take it now. He bent down low with a much-practiced
'bowling' motion and sent the plastic tub whizzing down the tiled corridor
into the dish room where it hit the surly dishwasher on the ankles.
"'Bowling For Busboys'!" he yelled (out of habit, mostly, since it had
been a while since he had found the consequences of that action really
amusing), a....
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