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Bob, however, was doing anything but smiling. He rushed through the crowds toward his parked car and drove home. He lived in a small house in the suburbs, which was the reason for the long commute. When he parked out front he shut off the engine and glanced into the dining room windows. Nobody was at the table. Hell, the lights were off. That meant trouble and starvation for him. He hugged the box of sweets to himself as a shield and got out of the car.
He quietly made his way to the door and opened it a crack. The entrance light was off but the TV blared from the living room. There was no sign of the misses, so he snuck inside and closed the door behind himself.
“Where the hell have you been?” Bob flinched at the harsh voice and glanced over his shoulder. Just a few feet b
