Jack was logging off is World of Warcraft account. The desktop clock told him it was 03:44 am Sunday. That meant he hadn't left his chair for nearly six hours. He reached for the bag of chips next to his screen at gathered the remaining bits. He got up and stretched before finishing of his third liter bottle of soda this night. Two empty bags of chips and an unknown number of chocolate wrappings was scattered around.
He walked as silent as he could to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and undressed. Before he went to bed he took a look at himself in the mirror. He never excerised, and he was always snacking and mostly ate dinner at a burger bar with his friends, but a great metabolishm and a growth spurt had left him with a 1,75 meter high lean body. The lack of both muscles and fat made him look a bit anorectic, but he didn't mind.
Jack walked back to his room and went to bed, blissfully unaware that his growth spurt was over and that his metabolishm had died with it.
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