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Three

He laughed silently as the music pounded against his ears. Moving the can away from his lips and placing it back on the desk, he suddenly started to feel as he had to strain his fingers more than usual to hear the clacking of the keys a midst the music. He began to get a headache, for why he knew instantly.
He moved his hand to the mouse to attempt to shock him out of his murky stance.
He moved it.
The murk cleared instantly, but the feelings from before remained.
And they were intensifying. He began to try to back away. It only heightened the feelings even more.

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