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Sam packed his car kilometers away from Sandra's self-contained apartment and set off to complete his journey on foot.
He halted miles from the house and speculated that it's better he turns and wheeze all the way home to avoid throwing out.
"God, what's the point, am here already. If I get smashed then accept my humble soul"
He murmured and walked slowly to the front door, Sandra's smaller gate is always open likewise other people in the estate because there's tight security.
It seems it's only his' that is never open no matter what, he even had to hire a gateman, he can't risk any emergency bad luck, not in his family, not with his property.
He pressed the green button of the doorbell and stepped back a bit, he felt as nervous as a boy coming to his first crush's house for the very first time.
This is Sandra's house, what happens when he finally has to knock at Eva's? jeez.
