Apparently, you're looking at my unimpressed glances. You know, the ones where I'm just standing here, not really paying attention, but also not leaving?
I'm a master of the subtle art of disinterest. My gaze can pierce through the veil of enthusiasm, revealing the dull, uninspired mess that lies beneath. It's a skill, really.
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