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So. As his mother said. He waited several days. Greg woke up on Friday morning, not realizing the date. He walked over to his closet, to get a fresh, new shirt and slipped it over his sweaty hair. Since Greg's room is upstairs. There is no bathroom on the entire floor, he walked over to his desk, got out his laptop (just to check his Facebook) and noticed it was finally Friday. Joy and excitement overcomes him. He ran back over to his closet to grab some nice dress cloths. Greg ran out of his room, through the hallway. As he got halfway down the stairs, he tripped. And tumbled the rest of the way down.

When Greg woke up, he was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.

"Are you okay?" his mother practicly screeched

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