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So, there Joe was, standing on the doorstep of his friends house with a pizza in one hand and a bag full of movies, soda and snacks in the other. Ever since he’d seen Jack the other day, he’d known that something was different with him, that something was wrong or upsetting him, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. “Jacky, let me in, man. My legs killing and this shit is heavy!”