Scott did sit ups until his abs screeched in pain. Then he slept.
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Two days later, Scott’s landlord brought more packages, including additional cologne samples, a beat-up laptop, and a new microphone—something called a Blue Yeti. Scott had noticed a lot of ASMR creators had them. He sent a terse “thank you” to Bill, even though a part of him was truly grateful and wanted to show it.
When Bill asked if they could talk, Scott agonized over what to write back before sending, I can’t.
He constructed a makeshift desk from cardboard boxes. The laptop had video-editing software loaded onto it but little else.
Scott still reeled over Nate’s interview with Vlad, trapped in his apartment with nothing to do but obsess. To distract himself, he’d made more cologne videos and decided to try
