Broots sat at his computer, ear phones planted firmly in his ears. He was humming along to the music coming from his iPod and typing away at his main computer. Somewhere, underneath the five layers of clothing, one might even find the floor. The door was closed, but not locked.
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Then she knocked again, because she could hear the music.
Then she started to get annoyed.
"BROOTS!"
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