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Rika
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I had sat here and watched Reagan stand up during the meeting. It was a little difficult to watch because my mom and dad were so intense right now. We had planned this part of the meeting. We had been planning it for about a week now. However, now that we were actually following through with it, I was feeling nervous.
Reagan had been nervous too. I had sensed it all. I heard the rapid pounding of his heart. Smelled the pungent tang in the air that meant that someone was nervous or scared. I sensed all the little things that indicated that someone was anything but calm. Although what I didn't sense, see, notice, or detect in any way, was visible fear.
Reagan stood there calm as could be, his voice steady and strong. His posture was perfect. He wasn't trembling. He didn't squeak when he spoke. He was the picture of perfection when he needed it.