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He leapt over. That is to say that he leapt through. He leapt through the door, soles smacking onto the ground. He jumped in a sort of open-armed pose (sort of like a “ta-da!!” effect, like he expected me to be surprised, or at very least a bit impressed. I wasn’t.). Not sure how to react, I said “hi”. He turned his back. He walked back though the door and stood looking through. He stared at me, then my hand, then my crotch and walks out of sight (behind the wall next to the door, or around the door, or where the door is set or around the frame, edged with dust. He leapt through. He leapt over. He looked round. He conveyed movement. He showed rather then told. He leapt over.

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