"If life were only that easy."
The boy stood up and began his usual every day routine. He reached for his old and torn up sweat pants and applied them to his lower body with ease. He then walked over to his closet and yanked out the first t-shirt that he felt, moving it towards his face.
"It smells, but eh, it is Exodus!"
He put the musty shirt on and made his way into the kitchen. His sister, as usual, was making what he considered the greatest French Toast in the world. He knew that this claim was most likely false as, let's face it, he never leaves the house to begin with, so he is in no position to be making best in the world claims, but he still loved her French Toast regardless.
"Hey Ginny!" He shouted at her.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"Keep up the great work! You rule!"
He just chuckled to himself and made his way to the living room. He turned the television set on and navigated his way to the newest episode of The Office.
"It hasn't been that great, but it's worth watching." he mumbled to himself. As he put the episode on he noticed something. There was a bulge in the couch. He reached in to see what it was, and ended up yanking our and old sock. It was his sock. He reached in again and yanked out another. He kept this going on until he managed to yank our 24 socks. It was a ritual of his to take off his socks.
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