"I mean really!" he muttered, exasperated, "how could Ned lose a job as easy as stuffing fortune cookies! Why can't he just learn to let the words be? That was his only chance at a job and he blew it!" The pouring rain and the fleeting headlights of an automobile pierced the dense black smog. Though his vision was clouded, Ned knew exactly where he was going.

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