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February 28, 2008
Sedrick rushed down the stairs carrying a tray full of draft beers, Wisconsin cheese and crackers. Was I also carrying the NY strip steak? He wondered as the tray catapaulted itself into the air and his arms flailed in front of him, attempting to break his fall. The decorative traffic signals were perpetually yellow as he waited desperately for each item to fall into place. First it was the gravelly edges of the crackers hitting his cheek, followed by the cheese. Not long thereafter, his hair was soaked in hops as the glasses shattered around him. Where was the steak?