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His co-worker laughed softly and knelt beside him, putting down his tray stacked with used dishes beside him. "You need to be more careful. You're lucky it was only me coming down here." He told him, wrapping a napkin around Kobi's finger. "I can order another serving of whatever you dropped if you don't want to be yelled at?" He suggested. Tim Johnson was like that, always going out of his way to help others. He was an inch or so shorter than Kobi, a bit more built, and always calm. His short dark brown hair was usually perfectly kept, but today he had a small cowlick in the back.
He had already started to pick up the broken glass and wasted food for Kobi.
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