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He looked around his room. Various clothes, pizza boxes, and pieces of
trash were staring back at him. Even though his lights were on, he could
still se the faint moon and star light mixing in with the hard, brown wood
of the floor. He fell back on his bed, hands behind his head and let the
most satisfied smile form on his lips.

* * *

Leela lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. She was shocked, yet
proud of herself for acting the way she did today. She was actually very
content with her results. She thought about her what was left of
it. The next few weeks had to be special, even if the time was running
short. Don’t screw it up, don’t screw it up, she told herself mentally.

She rolled over onto her side. How could she mess this up? Oh, of course
you’re not going to screw it up. You already have! She slapped herself
mentally until she started to feel a headache. She moaned and flipped
herself over again, now she was on her other side.
“Maybe…I can fix this,” she said to herself, while Nibbler made himself
comfortable on her head.

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