[A voice draws him from his thoughts and he stops mid-scribble to see who had disturbed the silence.]
Well I wouldn't want a good sandwich to land on the floor and go to waste. [He motions to the seat, pulling his notebook back towards him and his own plate of something that look like dumplings.] Better for it to fall on the table.
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Well I wouldn't want a good sandwich to land on the floor and go to waste. [He motions to the seat, pulling his notebook back towards him and his own plate of something that look like dumplings.] Better for it to fall on the table.