"What? No, I'm not doing this for money or fame or anything," Dib said with a scoff. He shook his head. "I'm doing it because I can." He didn't want to have the fame his father did, especially in any field that his father had already touched on. "So the next part is to sit really still and just imagine you're doing everything you just did. Just imagine moving your hand, curling your fingers, blah blah, you get the idea. It should still show up, though in a more subdued way." He settled back with a tiny smile on his face. "And then we'll get to the fun part."
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