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Sam slammed the door closed rather loudly, as if to bring to the attention of everyone in the house that he was home. Oddly enough he didn't hear a single yell of protest about the loud noise, so he surmised no one was home. Which was fine by him. With a fluid motion, Sam slid his bag over his chest, kicked his shoes off, and barreled into the sofa. Basketball practice had been grueling, and had left every body part below his neck sweaty and sore.
Usually if Sam had come home this sweaty and tired, his parents would usually direct him to the shower before he could rest, but since his parents weren't home he had all the time he needed to wallow in the pool of his own sweat. About a minute into his self-pity party, his stomach beckoned to be fed. So, he reluctantly got up, and looked around the kitchen for a snack that would sate his hunger, at least until his parents got back.
Usually if Sam had come home this sweaty and tired, his parents would usually direct him to the shower before he could rest, but since his parents weren't home he had all the time he needed to wallow in the pool of his own sweat. About a minute into his self-pity party, his stomach beckoned to be fed. So, he reluctantly got up, and looked around the kitchen for a snack that would sate his hunger, at least until his parents got back.
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