A trip to the Moon.
clack clack clack clack......
From inside my office I hear the footsteps of little black heels coming down the sidewalk.
They pass right in front of me, but I can see nothing.
They then pause for just a moment.
Soon follows the jangling of keys.
Quietly, A key makes its way into the slot and turns.
She's home.
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