[The repetition strikes Mike as odd. Chuck was often nervous about something - a beansprout body resonating everywhere all the time - but he was usually eloquent when he wasn't. Which meant he was incredibly distracted, even if folding clothes wasn't a millenarian tactic that needed utter concentration, or he was nervous.
The reason for such nervousness, Mike reckons as he puts on his boxers and gives a little jump to pull up his pants, he has no idea what it can be--
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The reason for such nervousness, Mike reckons as he puts on his boxers and gives a little jump to pull up his pants, he has no idea what it can be--
Hm.] Have you seen my shirt? The white one?