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May 29, 2005

From the Comments: Tanya

He whistled cheerfully as he walked the last block to the house. His first house. He had worked so hard to afford this beautful place.

He reached the back door and fumbled through the keys. Front door, two keys. Side door. Here we go. Two back door keys. The skeleton key for the old lock worked quickly, but the deadbolt stuck a little. Finally. He opened the door and stepped in, smelling the cleanness.

As he crossed the kitchen, he reached into his back pocket for the stiletto. Not his house anymore, of course. They really should've changed the locks.

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