It was another stressful day at work. Mr. Williamson and I were foraging for food. Count Macula, Jr. also started to forage a few minutes later. We found decent food at Mellow Mushroom, but Count Macula, Jr.'s parents didn't allow him to shop at restaurants that had the nature of the Democratic party; therefore, Mr. Williamson, he, and I went to
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