Jordan crept down the hallway, the creeks in the mahogany floorboards seemed abnormally loud and the fridge droned its superficial hum. He reached the door and slid in the small gold key silently turning as not to wake his parents who no doubt needed their rest. The door opened with hesitation
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This is absolutely wonderful to read, you should write books for teenagers. Nothing nicer than soft summer grass between toes too. Thank you tree