Three rooms: Black, Purple, and Red.
We sat in the purple room. Matt was in the red one, and we didn't get to meet a stranger from the black room. That was the design though, we really didn't need to meet someone from the black room because the server with a pink elephant on the back of his black T-shirt helped us out. Matt is a stranger if you're still wondering. Strangers are people we have so much in common with. Here's a dilemma for you, from the purple room: if numbers are the only truth and water is the only redemption, then what are we doing here in the purple room? Let's go for a cigarrette to help us wear a new pair of eyes to look at the ratatouille with belgian frites and casadilla's alittle closer.
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