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Micah had simply tolerated the nearly unintelligible whispering of the two ladies and guy in front of him up to this point.  When it escalated to a stage where everyone involved seemed to be getting handsier, Micah blew his bangs again and grumbled, "Get a room, slut" out of the corner of his mouth.  Maybe their geography teacher would help them locate the Cartesian coordinates of said room.  [i]Holy shit, did I just voluntarily want that? [/i] he wondered incredulously.  The mental reply from his proverbial left shoulder demon whispered, [i]You're going soft, Micah[/i] while the other half, the almost better side, simultaneously thought [i]I have GOT to stop watching Chris Angel.[/i]