"Thanks, sweetie." I said. "I would hug you, but... uh..." I said, looking at my sweaty self. "I don't think you'd want to be right now."
I picked up the football Kyle had left there carelessly. I picked it up and spun in around in my hands a couple of times, then, lightly threw it at Kyle, hitting him lightly on his lower back. "That's one of the few footballs that work properly." I told him, slightly annoyed.
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