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We three are alone in a plain room soaking in a full bath of light. The presenter drones on. My realisation that she perceives less about about our lack of interest than we believe we feign is becoming clearer than her presentation. After some time Darryl says brightly: "Hm, there is less to this than meets the eye" He touches the clef in his chin with his right finger as is his widely known way when considering carefully. Her drone continues without waver. And while he grins, kind of collusively, at me I come to know: Darryl knows his own mannerisms. He is aware of his own ticks. And I am coming to conclude: He is less ingenuous than I believed. More confidently self conscious. And I wonder: Is this all confected? And I resolve to plumb: the depths of his affectations. She drones on.
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