You stumbled through your pockets but couldn't seem to find your keys. You figure you dropped them on the way home. You knocked on the door of your house, but no one responded. The only person home should be your bitch sister, who you've always hated and secretly envied for getting the looks in the family, and brains if grades were used as an indication of intelligence.
You heard talking inside the house, though. She was there with someone. You peered inside the window to see...
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