Frustrated, Jenny called a locksmith. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes,” he said.
Relieved, she asked to use a neighbour’s bathroom. When she finished, the door showed its might. It was stuck fast. Jenny sighed.
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Recently, the locks in Jenny’s life revolted. Harried at the prospect of moving her belongings (who knew she had so much stuff?), from one house to another, Jenny forgot the door’s quirks. “A quick turn of the key in the lock, and I’ll be gone”, she thought. But no, the key turned and stuck fast. No amount of pulling or pushing would set it free.
Frustrated, Jenny called a locksmith. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes,” he said. Relieved, she asked to use a neighbour’s bathroom. When she finished, the door showed its might. It was stuck fast. Jenny sighed. Comments are closed.
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