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I knocked on Jerry's door but there was no answer. I could hear his stereo from the hallway so I figured he couldn't hear the knocking. I pushed the door open and peeked my head inside. Jerry was in there wearing the tiniest pair of shorts I'd ever seen in my life. The bottoms of the pockets were handing down and his thighs were milky white and smooth. He was standing in front of the mirror and dancing, singing along to "Do It Roger" by Zapp and Roger. But he was changing the words to "Do It Jerry" as he sang.

I couldn't move. I couldn't even laugh, though I wanted to. I saw his eyes widen in the mirror as he saw my reflection beyond his.