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(Another alternating narrative, this one just me and Kneesmith.)

I swore it would be the last time. But I just couldn't help myself. Teasing me with a tempting glare, I realized giving in would be inevitable. I'm not too proud of my pitiful acquiescence, but what can I say? DDR just calls to me, with all the sinister temptation of a high-class prostitute. "Tic-tack, Joe Jack, tic-tack, if you think of going closer take another step back, tic-tack, Joe Jack, tick tack" was the failed nursery rhyme, stuck in my head, the therapist told me to say in times like these. I find myself creeping ever closer, feel the slow trickle of sweat on my spine. I finally begin to give in. I'm a master, of course, I don't even look at the screen yet I'm perfect. They all cheer me on, but don't understand, can't understand. Won't understand. Why no one ever dances beside me. This game isn't about dancing, fun, or looking cool, I just want someone beside me. And that's when she joined me. She was ugly, fat, and ten years too old for me. She wasn't even good.