From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. He flipped the television on.
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