I don't want to come over to Zac's house but I know he will come to me instead, so I wait for him while I stand in the center of my living room's floor. I've been rubbing his feet for weeks now, every time I come over to his house he asks me to do it. My poor tiny body has even caught his athlete's foot rash, I'm so itchy and the smell of his feet won't come off no matter how hard I try and scrub it off. I'm stuck with the smell of Zac's feet for good! I can't say no to my best friend, so I just hope he doesn't stop by today.... Unfortunately I see my door open, Zac lets himself in with his spear key my dad gave him. He stands tall wearing the usual, a sweaty tank top, shorts, and thong flip-flops one size too small for his gigantic 15 sized feet. He scans the floor looking for me, and his eyes meet my direction.
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