A slaming door

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That night at dinner, mother and I remained quite. Now of course that's a different story for my sisters. My sisters are ALWAYS loud

After dinner, I went right up to my room . So did mother .I was getting worried about mother I kept trying to put the puzzle pieces together about how Jacob wasn't even worried .until I heard something . It sounded like our front door slamming.

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