Ooh, Empire Records. Seriously underappreciated movie, I'd say.
[He leans back against the Maserati, listening to Eponine rhyme, nodding his head along to the beat of the music as her poem works its own internal beat against it. Afterwards, he actually claps.]
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[He leans back against the Maserati, listening to Eponine rhyme, nodding his head along to the beat of the music as her poem works its own internal beat against it. Afterwards, he actually claps.]
Not half bad. I'll take it.