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Fumbling around in my coat pocket for my keys I let a grumbled curse slip through clenched teeth as they jingled once and hit the carpeted floor in front of my apartment door. It had just been one of those nights and between my sleep deprived brain and my throbbing head, my temper now found itself focused toward the small ring of keys, which was seriously tempting me to punt them down the hall just to watch them fly. “Deep breaths..” I muttered, rubbing the bridge of my nose and pushing back my sunglasses up my forehead. “You’re just tired.” Kneeling to scoop the offending objects I rammed the key into the lock,