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The student is a summer placement. One of those unnaturally tall youth who remind you that that you are getting old and that all the kids are so tall these days. Bit of a floppy hair cut, without being particularly long. The stooped shoulders you often get with someone so tall and skinny. He plays the game, shirt and tie like the rest of us weary professionals. But he has a perpetual smile on his face, which is bemusing. Fridays are dress casual today, so today he looks more like a student than ever, green branded t-shirt, a big baggy backpack on his shoulders and a thick grey fleecy hoodie. occasionally you'll hear snatches of him regaling bemused old guys with youngster's stories - like the time he went paint balling for his 18th birthday, and they were firing at him non-stop as he ran for it, and somehow only hit his gun, or that fancy dress party, and there were two guys in the back dressed as Men In Black, really. He has that habit of going into too much detail, geeky detail, a sincere form of TMI as he bobs his head and grins. The other day someone asked him to do something, and he laughed, that’s one of those tricks isn't it, that you play on the new guy, next you'll be sending me for tartan paint! Like I say, its Friday, Friday is bacon roll day, in an hour or so, he'll go round his department with a post-it pad taking people's orders. Maybe glance at us, squatters on their floor, even if we were here first.

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