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Kevin tried to stifle a yawn as he stood watching the last of the canned food being carried into the supermarket??s warehouse. It was a cold morning; he could see the breath of the warehousemen condensing as they exhaled. Despite the early hour, Kevin couldn??t help marvel at how smoothly and efficiently the unloading was going. It was a far cry from the loading fiasco of the day before.
To his surprise, Lars, the chief warehouseman or whatever his official title was, spoke clear if rather heavily accented English.
??Come, let us have coffee. It is my break,?? Lars said, gesturing to Kevin and Joey.