[Halfway there he's forced to slow down, mostly because he's been neglecting cardio and he can't do this shit anymore. Fuck. Well, at least he's not a sweating, heavy breathing mess when he gets to Mary's door. Small mercies, you know.
He doesn't so much knock on the door as he slams it with his palm.]
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He doesn't so much knock on the door as he slams it with his palm.]
Hey.