Long life to the tube
I knocked on the door and waited. “What? Jake, go!!!” My father rolled his eyes as soon as he opened the door and saw me. Is he trying to help me or kick me out of the house? Because I’m a little bit confused, but anyway... Let’s hope it isn’t the second one. “I can’t.” “Of course you can, son.” He put his hand on my shoulder using that ‘comforting’ tone. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “No I can’t. I ran for ten minutes and then noticed I am barefoot. I need my sneakers.” Dad looked down at my bare feet and slapped his forehead, sighing at me. “Unbelievable.” That’s all he said before he let me in to take my sneakers. I kinda feel bad for the dude. He has to deal with me all the time, but apparently he found the solution. He just doesn’t stay home so... No home, no Jake. Maybe I’
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