Snores echoing loudly off the sneezeguard,Max Hardigrew slept with nearly ostentatious abandon in the still-new salad bar, his wool-stocking’d feet wedged under a mound of celery and carrots, and a crude but fresh blanket of lettuce and romaine covering the rest of his body. He showed no intention of getting up,despite all the screaming.
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