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I had a vision of Ben at work. He's in a cramped, Dunder-Mifflin type lunchroom standing next to the microwave, waiting for the ding that will signal when his Cup 'o Noodles is done. He hears someone call his name and turns to the voice, only to have a cupcake greet his forehead like a roundhouse punch. The employees seated at the Formica tables laugh and laugh as the cupcake slides down his face, leaving a streak of frosting and sprinkles down the bridge of his nose.

But Ben is not angry. In fact, he flashes a sincere smile and playfully waves off the attack. "Oh you guys", he utters as he peals the dessert projectile from his face. "Sometimes you're just too much." When the microwave dings, he takes out his food and goes back to his cubicle, where he eats alone.

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