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Pulse pounding, I dragged the trash bags to the front door. As I worked quickly, I had a revelation: Emery had completely forgotten to return the house key she’d given me. I hesitated for a moment, then remembered how she’d brushed me off. I walked into her house after unlocking the door and meticulously opened the trash bags, scattering their contents all over her spotless house. Disgusting things like spoiled food, out-of-date newspapers, and soiled diapers were thrown in together. Feeling a mixture of elation and shame, I stormed out of her house. I put Connie to bed that night and heard a knock at the door. Before I opened it, I had a hunch it was Emery. What had I done to her house? She demanded to know, screaming at me. Slowly, I refuted everything, bringing up the fact that