She slowly approached the chair, listening to her father’s snoring. She crouched behind his chair, just in case he woke up. The key was partially sticking out of his pocket, dangling from the keyring.
Abby reached her arm straight forward, but could only barely reach the key with her fingertips. Suddenly, the key started slipping and fell clattering to the floor.
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