Dave was so exhausted by the stop-and-go traffic that he
oozed out of his car more than he stepped out of it. He staggered down the
street and huffed up his front stairs. The fuzziness in his brain made it hard
to get the key in the lock. When he finally did manage to unlock the door, he
sagged against it until it opened.
He pushed the door shut and stumbled towards his room,
shedding his backpack and then his clothes as he went. Down to his underwear
when he finally reached his bed, he collapsed onto it and slept.
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