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Josh and I met at one of those terrible company picnics that employees are obligated to attend. He was dutifully manning a grill on the opposite side of the park and I was chugging down alcohol trying my best to be the first drunk under the pavilion. After two hours of chit-chat with co-workers that I disdain; I sat down for lunch. I found myself across from a fairly attractive man. I say fairly because, had he lost the "I Am The Cook" apron, he would have looked better.

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