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The lights to the house were on. Meaning mom and dad were home. But as I stare at the door in front of me, a bubbling hesitation begins to pool inside my stomach. There are voices inside. One I think I know. But at the same time, it’s too vague for me to pinpoint who that voice belongs to. It’s not a new guest. That’s for certain. I place my palm against the door and creak it open, stepping inside. The conversation can be heard now. Waves of laughter echoing through the hall. After placing my shoes aside, I saunter into the hallway, stopping
