The door finally opened. Jake entered his small room,
followed by Sara, and tossed his bag onto his small bed. The cheap springs
rattled furiously for almost a minute.
“Wow,” Sara exclaimed. “Do you throw your bag there every
day?”
“Yeah. So what?”
“Do your neighbors think you come home and immediately
start power masturbating?”
Jake laughed. “Never thought about it.”
“What the fuck is he doing?” Sara asked, pantomiming listening
at the wall. “He can’t be jerking it immediately when he gets home every single
day.”
“Or maybe they think I am power hooking up with a hot
girl.”
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