With music blaring, I got up from my chair and turned the music off. I got up and shook out my sweatpants so they weren’t sticking to my back from sitting in a leather computer chair anymore.

I went out side and took a walk through the neighborhood, getting looks from a bunch of people driving by. maybe it was because it was ninety-some degrees and I was wearing sweatpants.

My hair was hanging in my face and I could barely see through my right eye, which was bothering me.

I wasn’t even sure where I was walking.

I don’t think I’ve been on this street before….

In a few minutes, I was standing in front of small house. It looked oddly familiar.

I think it’s Kait’s house….

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