Every step felt like fire. It was like someone was hitting my feet with a hammer, right through my old sneakers.The elevator in our building has been broken for weeks now. So climbing five floors of stairs is just my life. I struggled with my keys, my hands hurt from carrying heavy grocery bags. When will I ever catch a break? I thought.I could hear music blasting through our door before I even opened it. Some happy pop song. I pushed the door open with my shoulder."Sloane, I swear, if you don't turn that down, Mrs. Gable downstairs is gonna call the police again!" I yelled. I dropped the bags on our small counter with a thud. She's always going to get us in trouble, I mumbled to myself.The music stopped right in the middle of the song. My roommate appeared in her bedroom door. She was wearing a big pink robe, with a green face mask on. "She likes me! She just doesn't know it yet. This is my weekly dance party. It's for my mental health, El. You should try it.""I don't have time
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