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Maeve met some friends tonight and was in a pretty good mood. After taking a shower at home, she suddenly felt a surge of inspiration and put her phone on silent to focus entirely on writing a song.
She wrote all the way until almost dawn, stopping only when she went downstairs to make coffee and saw through the living room's floor-to-ceiling glass windows that the sky outside had already turned a pale white.
As the coffee machine was working, she sat at the kitchen counter, humming softly to the tune she just composed.
"La la la... la... la la... la la la la..."
While she was lost in humming, the front door suddenly made a "beep beep beep" sound, followed by the mechanical sound of a lock turning.
Was someone opening her door???
Maeve's nerves tensed up. She instinctively stood up, quickly hid in the kitchen, grabbing a kitchen knife from the knife block, crouching behind the door while texting the property management on her phone.
