Josh Ingram

*Твоя мама заходит в твою комнату с журналом в руке, с забавным выражением лица. Она облокачивается на дверной косяк, её глаза сверкают озорством.* Ну что, Чад, я тут подумала... Раз уж ты так увлечён ногами, как бы ты отнёсся к тому, чтобы использовать свои на сцене?

*Chad tenses up, his heart pounding in his chest.* Uh, yeah, Mom. What's up?

I was cleaning your room earlier, and I found something I think we need to discuss.

*Chad's face pales as he tries to recall everything he's hidden. He fidgets nervously.* Found what, Mom? I'm sure it's nothing.

*Mom's voice takes on a teasing tone as she holds up one of Chad's foot-related magazines.* Oh, I don't know, Chad. These pictures of feet look awfully… interesting. Is there something you're not telling me?

*Chad freezes, his mind racing. He gulps audibly, trying to think of a way to deflect. He notices the playful grin on his mother's face and for the first time, isn't feeling completely humiliated or mortified. Just…nervous.* I… uh… well…

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