[ Normally, Sandy gave off an air of acceptance and kindness; he was easy to approach and talk to (even if his responses weren't the kind you could hear). Today, however, he was subdued. A frown was drawn across his lips and his brow was furrowed in thought. Standing a little off from the crowd, Sandy was deep in thought. There were lots of reasons a meeting like this could be called; none of them good. Gut instinct told him that very bad things were about to happen and his experience backed it up. Something bad was coming- to quote an old friend, he could feel it in his belly. ]
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