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Submitted to Contest #236
I slunk up the old attic stairs. Every time my feet (softly) hit the partially disintegrated wooden planks, I cringed, listened for a minute, and continued with my delicate charade once more. Looking back, it's a wonder I was ever able to reach the top. My parents were asleep in the room directly below, none of my steps were as quiet as I deluded myself into thinking they were, and just by judging my frame, you could tell I was very ill suited to be sneaking anywhere. I looked eighteen, but was really three removed from that number, was th...
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