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He looked at me blankly. "Hmm," he said. He shrugged.

I wasn't really sure what he was talking about, so I shrugged, too.
"Hmm," I said. "That doesn't make any sense."

And he said "hmmm."

I looked at him and said "hmm." I left the room and walked into the
bathroom. I peed into the toilet. I looked in the mirror and didn't
like what I saw. I walked over to the couch, sat down, and started
staring at the wall. It was white and had small smudges on it. "Hmm," I
said.

He walked over to me. "Hmm," he said.

I looked at him with a curious expression. I thought he was strange. I
stared at the T.V. It wasn't on. It was dull grey. I stared at it and
saw my face reflected back at me. It was staring. I looked over at the
dead plant. I looked at the pile of papers. I looked at my friend.
"Hmm," he said.

"What are we doing here?" I asked. He shrugged. "Hmm," he said.

I considered buying a dog. I decided not to. I considered walking into
the kitchen and making some food. I decided not to. "Why don't you make
some food," I said to my friend.

"Why don't you?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't feel like it," I said.

"Why don't we order a pizza?" he asked.

"Okay," I replied. "Can you call?" I asked.

"Why don't you call?" he asked.

"Okay," I replied. I walked over to the telephone. I picked it up. I
pushed the numbers. Four. One. Zero. Five. Five. Five. One. Two. Three.
Four.

"Hello," the voice said blankly.

Hello," I said. "I'd like a large pizza with mushrooms."

"Pick up or delivery?"

"Delivery."

"What's your address?"

"3434 Bisquitch Road Apartment B"

"B as in boy?

"Yeah, or Bob."

She laughed. "Okay. That'll be eight dollars."

"Okay." I hung up. I looked at my room mate. He was sitting on the
couch. I walked into my room and picked up my wallet. I took out eleven
dollars. I figured three dollars was a good tip. I usually tip well. I
walked over to the couch with the money and sat down. I stared at the
door. It was white. I stared at the T.V. It was still turned off. I
picked up the remote and turned it on. A man chattered inanely about
buying cars. I stared at him. I stared at the wall. I looked back at
the man on the T.V. Then I looked at the door. Then I looked at the
ceiling. Eventually, there was a soft tap on the door. I picked up the
eleven dollars and answered the door.

"Hello," said a man with an accent.

I handed him the money and he handed me the pizza. "Thank you," he said
with a smile. I could tell he was happy with my tip. I closed the door
and sat down with my friend and we started eating the pizza.