[That sure is a longass silence. Alex smiles expectantly, shifts from foot to foot a little, glances at the sheets of paper in his arms and crumples the top sheet into a ball.]
Oh? [He glances at a bright blue CD player on the floor.] Kesha. You don't like it?
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Oh? [He glances at a bright blue CD player on the floor.] Kesha. You don't like it?