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“Blah blah blah blah. What? What are you saying?” His face filled with astonishment, his brows instantly knitting into a deep frown. His eyes widened like bronze bells as he stared fixedly at the other person, mouth slightly agape. He looked as if he’d just seen an alien, or heard a completely unfamiliar language from another world. He leaned forward involuntarily and raised a hand, fingers fluttering wildly in the air, as though trying to catch the jumble of words spilling from the other person’s mouth, words that twisted together like a tangled mess. His feet instinctively shifted half a step backward, his heel scraping against the ground with a faint squeak. His whole posture radiated confusion, along with the tension and awkwardness of not understanding. He desperately hoped the other person would repeat those incomprehensible, bewildering words more clearly and more slowly, so his muddled thoughts might finally find a thread to follow.