Continue going downstairs TRI
From Create Your Own Story
I quietly walked down the stairs hoping not to wake my son. I looked to my right at the dog basket, but our dog, Atlas, wasn't there.
I walked over to the backdoor and open it. Cold air rushes in. I step outside and close the door behind me.
I walked over to the garage door.
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Sarah, Age 36, Tired |