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I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
Writer’s Block has got me again; this time, I cannot get out of it.
“Elizabeth! Get your brother! We’re leaving for the teen activity!” my mom called up the stairs.
“Yes, ma’am!” I called back then stood up and walked out of the room.
“Glenn! We’re leaving!” I knocked on my brother’s door.
“Coming,” he exited his room and then followed me down the stairs.
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