Why can’t I come in?

   Another Short Story

   I arrive at your place at the perfect time. At five to six. Upon arriving, I dash up to the front door and ring the doorbell. Upon hearing your “Come in” I run to the ladder. And throw myself up the rungs. Passionately I grab the sun light. But to my dismay it doesn’t budge. So I keep tugging.
   Five hours later, dejected I sneak away. “I was not wanted” I silently lament. “Did I misread?”
   Now, if you catch up with me, you will surely ask, “Why didn’t you go in the front door?” I promise you, that question, will revolutionize my life! Please ask. 

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