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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Strolling with an eager anticipation of the culinary delights sublimely created to soothe my aching throat and growling stomach, I hum a mindless tune that bears no connection whatsoever to any extant song. Somehow the steady &lt;em&gt;&amp;lsquo;chomp chomp&amp;rsquo;&lt;/em&gt; of my footsteps are the entire accompaniment I can muster to the tune that fills my head to overflowing. It has been a hard day of work; if shuffling papers, shouting at the interns, playing solitaire and &lt;em&gt;facebooking&lt;/em&gt; count as work that is. All that is far removed from the fore of my mind though, as the gently fading sun casts long shadows on the earth behind me, whilst I walk along the street, anachronistically named the &lt;em&gt;Nineteenth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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