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Stirring, stirring through the noisy thoughts inside my head. "No problem," I mutter, but have I lost the words? Another failure, another failure. If you're done finding the differences, then spin again. One more time, one more time. "I'm rolling again today," the boy says, the boy says, Playing the meaning into his words! "Are you done yet?" "Not yet, not yet, I still can't see what's ahead. Hold your breath, right now." The miserable sight of rolling, the colors of the unreachable beyond. Mixing overlapping voices together, mixing them together. The words muttered as "No problem" have been lost. Whispering on the slope that it doesn't matter what happens, Whispering to just cause some trouble. One more time, one more time. "Please, just let me roll," the boy says, the boy says, Layering meaning onto the silence! "Are you done yet?" "Just a little more, I'll see something soon. Hold your breath, right now." One more time, one more time. "I'm rolling again today," the boy says, the boy says, Playing a smile into his words!