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Without realizing it, Meg went to the stereo in her massive living room and switched the dial to FM - she was searching for the jazz station she had re-discovered on the drive home. Turning the volume to inhumane heights, Meg began to drum along to the jazz music pouring out of the speakers. At first she was just using her fingers as drumsticks, making soft percussive movements on the couch cushion - but as the song grew and time passed - she was now using both of her arms, flailing them like the gigantic inflatable windsock puppets you see parked outside of car dealerships to catch your attention. She looked ridiculous. But she didn’t give a flying f**k.
She began to scream as she flailed her arms around the room. Knocking pictures from the walls as she bounced around with nervous - s
