[ A long moment of ungainly arm windmilling, followed by a leap and a twirl and landing on his toes. I meant to do that. Nonchalantly, he withdraws a precious lollipop from a pocket of his ugly Christmas sweater and chomps down on it. ]
Dear me.
[ Crunch. ]
What's the matter? You sounded quite out of sorts.
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Dear me.
[ Crunch. ]
What's the matter? You sounded quite out of sorts.