Edward tapped his forefinger on the bridge of his nose, looked at the ceiling, and reached for his book. A cockroach ran towards his foot, and he leaped and spun and hit his elbow on the counter and hopped and shook his head. When it stopped throbbing, he slumped and shuffled in circles trying to remember what he had been doing. Edward tapped the bridge of his nose, looked up, and the whole thing repeated again and again.
His little sister came home and watched. That night she was the spectacle of her prom as she manically mimicked his dance.
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