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Bradley cursed himself. He had a feeling he was running a little late, but he wasn't exactly sure. He had taken forever deciding what to wear, ending up between casual and dressy once more. Honestly, he was going to have to get better at this.
The smell of food reached him before he was near the door. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room already had a few people. "Hope I'm not too late to get some grub. I'm Bradley Donovan by the way."
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