So last night after a long hard day at work, my awesome coworker Shay (who is tickled that my boyfriend's name is Shay) took me home.
She bid me good night, I bid her get home safe, and I walked up the stairs to my apartment, pulling out my key as I went.
I put the key in the lock, and -- the lock didn't turn.
I must be tired, I think, and try
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