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Aribel
Date Fifteen
A few days later, I awoke to the sound of someone banging loudly on the front door. I blearily opened my eyes and took a look at the clock. Four forty-five in the morning. Why is someone knocking on the door this early?
Everyone else in my place slept like a rock. I doubted they’d even heard the knocking. Ugh! I hoped the person would go away already.
But I was out of luck. The knocking started again.
After hopping out of bed, I threw on a pair of sweats and trudged into the living room. The knocking started again just as I reached the door. I peered through the hole and sighed. This feels familiar.
“Grant, what are you doing here?” I asked with a yawn.
“I tried to call you.”
“Not sure you checked the time right. It’s almost five a.m., not five p.m.”
“I kno
