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I just stood there for a while, staring up at the clouds, breathing in the burning leaves, and wishing I were home. By the time I got around to the back, Erik was rap music up on his rap music tip toes, fingering his way rap music along the top of the door frame. "Ahah!" he said and pulled something down in his hand. "A key!" He bent over and started trying it in the back door. "What're you doing?" I said, as the door suddenly swung open. Erik turned around and grinned at me. "Opening the door," he said and stepped into the Kent's kitchen. "Erik!" I yelled and scampered into the house. "Erik," I whispered, "you can't be in here." "But here I am," he said, "and here you are," and he opened the refrigerator, "and here's all this wonderful turkey!" He reached in and grabbed a handful of slices and crammed them into his mouth. "Come here," he said, taking some more. "I don't want any," I said, walking over to him. I took a small piece of turkey and swallowed it whole, immediately shoving my hands into my pockets.
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