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And without further ado, let's begin.

There are some days that don't feel strange when they're happening, just inconvenient maybe,

but days where you're already tired before anything even goes wrong. Last September, we had one of

those grey, cool mornings. My son was two then, in the phase where shoes were the enemy. He cried the whole

way out of the door while I tried to juggle my coffee, diaper bag, and half-collapsed stroller,

and in the middle of all that chaos, I heard the door click shut behind us. That was when I realized,

too, that my keys, they were still on the kitchen counter inside, and I had no way back in.

My fiancé was working almost an hour away, too, and the landlord was somewhere out of state for the week.

So I called my fiancé, and he said that he would leave as soon as he could, and so there was

nothing to do but wait. I tried to make it as fun as I could for my son, leaf piles, rocks,

jumping over sidewalk cracks, just trying to keep my frustration from showing, really.

We live near the end of our street, not a cul-de-sac exactly, but the road ends in a three-way stop that slows traffic to almost nothing.

People do cut through sometimes, strangers mostly, and I hadn't gotten used to not watching them too closely yet.

That morning, a man with a backpack walked past us.

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