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This time, rather than hang around near the door in typical newbie fashion, Sam Goode takes about a second to process that he is no longer at school before faceplanting directly into the nearest couch. After a moment, his hand sneaks in-between his face and the pillow and removes his glasses for safekeeping.
"Ow," he says, voice muffled by cushion.
He knew this was going to hurt; he just didn't realize that he was going to feel like a horse kicked in his forehead.
"Ow," he says, voice muffled by cushion.
He knew this was going to hurt; he just didn't realize that he was going to feel like a horse kicked in his forehead.