“Come on Julia, lets get off the street before the sun starts coming up.” She grumbled, but followed along once I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the neighborhood that rested against the street where the bus stop stood. The third house down the street had a sale sign in the yard and the grass looked unkempt, so I peeked in a window; the place was empty. I looked around and saw no one looking so we snuck into the backyard. I employed a small amount of will upon the back door’s lock, popping it open and letting us in.
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