Continue going downstairs TRI

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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
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