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Open: J.D.'s bedroom. "Away" by Leroy begins to play. Close up of a digital clock clicking over from 5:59 to 6:00. The alarm goes off and a sock-covered foot reaches over to tap it off. Pull back to reveal J.D., in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, stretched -- sideways -- across his disheveled bed. He sits up.
J.D.'s narration: Since I was a kid, I've been able to sleep through anything - storms, sirens, you name it. Last night, I didn't sleep.
J.D. gets up out of bed and walks out of view. Cut to the bathroom. J.D. fills his hand with shaving cream. In the
mirror we see him start to apply it to his face, then stop.
J.D.'s narration: I guess I get a little goofy when I'm nervous.
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