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"I should just really have a good time. I mean, just enjoy it as I go along. I'll just have fun. Yeah. I don't see why that wouldn't work at all. It could be awesome!" he said. He was pacing around his bedroom. The light cast a warm orange block across the floor. He walked across it, turned on the stereo, assessed the music. His shoulders bobbed.
"Never ask a question when you talk. You're all statements," he said to his reflection in the mirror. He fiddled with his hair, straightened his shirt, checked the drape of his pants, considered something on his chin.
"No better. No worse. Don't have to like anything either." He bobbed his head. Following the dancy music. Thought about dancing. Danced a little.
"Eh maybe it'll work. We'll see how I think tomorrow."
"Never ask a question when you talk. You're all statements," he said to his reflection in the mirror. He fiddled with his hair, straightened his shirt, checked the drape of his pants, considered something on his chin.
"No better. No worse. Don't have to like anything either." He bobbed his head. Following the dancy music. Thought about dancing. Danced a little.
"Eh maybe it'll work. We'll see how I think tomorrow."