It started with a CLICK. That sinking feeling. Deadbolt. Then flashbacks. No, not again. Not now. I forgot my keys. I know this because I’m wearing a T-shirt and pyjama bottoms. No pockets. Definitely no keys. In each hand is a bag of rubbish. No phone, either. My tremor kicks in. Logic dips out. I call the elevator and take three floors’ worth of deep …
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