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