I walk downstairs and just stand for a minute in front of my neighbor's door, listening, but I don't hear anything. They have a spare set of keys in there, and I'm almost dead certain they're not home, but I rap on the metal door with my knuckles anyway, and stand there, like a lump, ears straining in the quiet of the building, until, from what seems like an impossible distance away, upstairs, the dog barks.
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