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See by peignezmonciel Lana bent her knees, trying to keep a grip on her multiple notebooks and to unlock her front door at the same time.  Fumbling with her keys, she hurriedly shoved the house key into the lock, and pushed the door open.  She rushed inside, discarding her notebooks on the kitchen counter, and after glancing at the clock, sighed in relief.  The red hands of the clock read five minutes after three o'clock, which meant that she had about an hour before she and her husband had to make an appearance at their ten-year-old son's choir concert.  However, there was much to do before she could relax at the musical performance.  The