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My eyes popped open to a dark bedroom. I heard something. It sounded like a thump or maybe a clunk.
"Stand up, asshole!" T shouted.
I clenched my covers, willing them to become a shield.
"Damn it! Why did you hit me?" Evan barked.
Uh-oh! I scurried from the covers and ran downstairs. T flipped the light on as I flew into the living room.
T gazed down at Evan, who was sprawled on the ground near the open front door.
"Sorry, man, I thought you were someone else."
"I entered with a key, not through the window," Evan groaned as he tried to stand then resigned to remain on the floor.
"Evan, are you okay?" I knelt beside him.
"I will be in a minute."
"What did you hit him with?" I glared at T.
"My fist." He shrugged. "Everyone knows where you keep your key. Just because it’s in a
