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The day started out normal. I got up and ate breakfast.(It was an egg and bacon sandwich.) Then, Kari told me that I needed to read. So, I went upstairs to get a book. After I found the book that I wanted to read, I went to my room. As I opened up the book a key fell out. I didn’t know what to do? I decided to call Hunter and ask him what he thought. He said that we needed to find what the key went to. So, the next day he came over to help me. We found that the key went to an old closet that we could never open because it needed a key. We opened up the door to see what was inside it. It was a dark hallway. We shut the door and locked it while we went to find a flashlight. Hunter and I went back downstairs to.We went back upstair. we unlocked

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