"Mom, dad, I'm home." I announced, walking into the house and shutting the door behind me. Everything was in order and I could blame the neatness on Becca. She walked out of the kitchen holding a broom in her hands that were dressed with long cleaning gloves. I marveled on how she rarely ever got bored of doing such things that I played lazy with. "They are not home from work, save your breath." She rolled her eyes at me."Really?" I furrowed my eyebrows. They usually came home a lot early on Fridays. These days, I realized the inconsistency that followed working but I had paid less attention to it."Yes, really." She shrugged, wasting no time to drop the news. "How was your search for a dorm room?" She took the gloves off, "any progr
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