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Jason sat at his computer, and carefully placed his dinner on the desk. He grasped his fork eagerly and scooped up the chicken fried rice. Saturdays were always chicken fried rice days; it was his favourite meal. Suddenly, Jason heard the telephone right, so he leaped up to snatch it form the stand, but instead, sent his meal flying. As if in slow motion, he watched the succulent chicken and small grains of greasy rice fly through the air and land in a sprawled heap on his stained bedroom carpet.
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