Mrs. Baxter drew the curtains slightly so that she could look out the window. Her 16-year-old daughter Stephanie had snuck out of the house a couple of hours ago and Mrs. Baxter anxiously waited for her to come home. As soon as she spotted her daughter walking slowly towards the house, she opened the door and stood on the porch with her arms crossed. “Stephanie! Where have you been?” demanded the girl’s mother. “Do you know what time it is?” “Um, 10:30?” the girl asked nervously. “It’s midnight!” the mother…
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