Justin swung by I Ching's for a splurge on some Chinese food. Since he wasn't working at the Planet any more, and still didn't have a working kitchen, his options were limited. And he'd be damned if he was eating Spaghettios again. So I Ching's it was. He stood in line behind a loud woman with big hair, drawn-on eyebrows, and blue eyeshadow,
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