| | "Fortress of Solitude." He intoned the words like a fasting monk.
"See, I just don't know how you can even--" glance away, smile, "I mean, it's--...You could keep the door open."
"Heh. Yes, I could. I could keep the door open. I could just leave it open and...let all their--let all their evil energy draft in," stiffening, lips stretching, "freezing my very bones to their fucking core." He shook his fists, sarcastically cursing the heavens or hell or earth.
"Well, aren't we Mr. Dramatification."
"Yeah, well," abruptly exasperated, "I AM a Theater major."
"So, Fortress of Solitude."
"Fortress. Of. Solitude."
She shut the door.
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