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  <title>Introductions</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m sitting in a smallish restaurant/diner right now. It&apos;s almost completely empty except for the two employees and the two men talking animatedly at the other end of the room. It&apos;s like those places in movies, with the buzz of the radio over speakers and the never quite clean counter top. Every once in a while the waitress comes over to ask if I want another glass of water. I nod or shake my head and she tries a quick glance at the napkin I&apos;m writing on, but my handwriting is illegible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve always had this compulsion to write out my days on napkins whenever I end up in a place like this on my own (which happens often enough, oddly). Sometimes I stuffed the random bits of life into my pockets, but most of the time they would end up in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this site completely by accident and after looked around for a bit I figured I could try it out. If anything, it&apos;s a way to keep my life out of the trash (figuratively more than literally, I hope). So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Braeden Alek, I just moved to Montreal about a week ago from this small place in the country. To keep it short I moved out of my parents&apos; place for various reasons, and chose to live in the city because I knew someone who could get me a decent job. So far everything is a bit shaky... I haven&apos;t gotten a hold of the guy for the job and haven&apos;t been able to get hired anywhere else, but I&apos;m pretty sure I&apos;ll manage. Anything else, well... just ask, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AIM:&lt;/i&gt; dirtysocksfrom77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MSN:&lt;/i&gt; braedenalek@hotmail.com</description>
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