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 Evil incarnate. Cameron was a guy that I knew back in the Oregon days. I still remember how my cheeks would get hot from embarassment everytime I would walk into the 2nd Street Beanery with that day's sandwiches and he and Chandra would sing out, "Sandwich Girl Barbie." I wanted to die. I felt like I was in high school all over again. I think I even told my boss that I wouldn't deliver the

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