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We were the only ones in the elevator, and to make matters worse, we were on the twentieth floor, which meant that we had a long way to go before we reached the ground level.
Kyle's eyes seemed to be glazed over as he continued to stare...
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I was watching TV when my mother came stumbling in through the front door.
"Honey!" She called out to no one in particular. "I'm home!"
Not even two seconds later, the sound of various items falling to the ground filled the air around me.
In her stoned daze, she had accidentally knocked over the coat rack that we had positioned right next to the door. Her careless actions didn't faze me in the slightest as she has been following this routine for the past five and a half years now.
She's so far gone that I'm pretty sure that I've become a master at ignoring her presence entirely.
And that's on a good day.
My mother's voice suddenly echoed from behind me, and the question that she delivered in the form of an accusation snapped me right out of my thoughts.
