The slam of the laundry room door vibrated the walls on a 2015 New Year morning. Out of breath I walk towards the basement in shock about what Anthony just said to me. There I stood in the middle of the basement floor and my heart pounding hard enough it felt like a sharp knife cutting though my lungs down to my chest. The basement lighting is dimmed just like a night club. Then a pleasant breeze blows warm air from the air duct above our heads around the room.
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