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"sam" his mother shouted with her voice shaking, her eyes red having just been behind the closed door with Sam's father (the door which seemed crooked with light cast on it) - "sam" again shouting desperately. "listen you little...you don't just leave things on the floor for someone else to pickup - you do it yourself and put it in the garbage. Sam looked at her, knowing she had been crying, and defiantly cruel, as if her tears were an attack on him, replied consciously glib - "isn't that what a trashcan is? leaving it for someone else?" She slapped him, looked sadder by far, and turned away like a fun house ghost returns to its eternal hiding place, a gliding receding motion.
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