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There are times when I am concerned about Toph's expression when I'm really singing, with vibrato and all, singing the guitar parts--his expression one that to the untrained eye might look like abject terror, or revulsion--but I know well enough that it is awe. I understand his awe. I deserve his awe. I am an extraordinary singer.

As we hit our street, Spruce, and the ground flattens out, I inquire, as gently as I possibly can, about his hitting, or lack thereof. "So why do you suck so much at hitting?"

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