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23. The Pile of Paper
Sammy looked at the pile of paper on
floor. Whenever he finished reading his mail or
newspaper or magazine, he threw it into this
. This was his recycling pile. At the moment,
was almost two feet high. It was time
recycle.
He squatted down, protecting his back. Sometimes,
sitting down would cause his back to go
for a week. He scooped his hands under
pile and slowly stood up.
He walked over
his front door. Hands full, he struggled to
the doorknob and open the door. He walked
and down the stairs. So far he hadn't
one piece of paper. He walked to the
trash bin.
There was no way to lift
lid of the recycling bin with his hands
. He carefully put the pile of papers down
then opened the lid. The bin was completely
. Damn, he swore.
Sammy gathered the pile into
arms and trudged back upstairs. Pleased that he
had not dropped any paper, he lowered the
back onto the floor. Then he stood up,
just a little bit too fast.
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