“Standing there”

He’s just standing there.

What’s he doing?

I want to ask.

I want to walk up to him and ask what he’s doing standing there.

I want to know.

No strike that, I need to know.

The whole scene is bugging me.

I have to know what he’s doing.

But I don’t know how to ask.

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