[ Meanwhile, the rush is well and surely kicking in. There's a ceaselessly trembling anxiety trapped underneath it all, but the rush of dopamine firing through his synapses is overriding that. Jesse feels amped. It feels good, so fucking good; it feels amazing to feel good for once in his whole miserable existence since the Ingress pulled him in. So, while Ronan is taking a bump, Jesse is punching his fists into the air as if in victory, in a burst of energy that just has to be expelled, and declaring in a shout at nobody and nothing in particular: ]
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Yeah, bitch!