Fancy side-stepping dialogue

The heckler sat in the darkest corner of the room.  I couldn’t see him, but his deep baritone punctuated each joke I tried to deliver.  Did I really thing I was funny?  Why was I so fat?  Who picked out my clothes?  Boo and hiss, when he couldn’t think of anything clever to say.

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