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I looked 1 the apartment where I had spent most of my life. The window was open and sounds 2 the street mixed with the talk show from the radio that my mother always kept on. It seemed that she had even turned the volume up to get her mind 3 the fact that I was leaving. She sat in her favourite chair, the one I had had to fix 4 least twice a year for as long as I remember. Who would fix it now? I wondered absently.

The doorbell rang and my sister entered 5 waiting for someone to let her in.