Against all odds I was outside my house by 2315 after tonight's Greenbelt management group meeting. There was a chance I'd even be able to type up the minutes before midnight.
Or, there would have been that chance had I not locked myself out.
With twenty-four hour security at work, I knew secreting a spare key there all those years back was a good idea. Half an hour later the key that hadn't been used in six years thankfully did its stuff.
But I suddenly don't have the heart to do any more typing tonight.
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