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Vinny smirked at the house as they approached. He hadn't slept in a bed he could call his for almost 3 years, even then it wasn't really his. All it was a just a mattress on the floor with one pillow, hardly a bed. As he pulled up Alice shouted, he just shook his head and got out of the car. Vinny walked up to house and searched for any recent entries. It wasn't because of thinking of it got broken into, it was a force of habit. He had broken into houses before and was sure not to leave any traces of him breaking in. When he was satisfied that it hadn't he walked towards the door he had walked through so many times before.

Vinny entered and just looked around, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. He headed towards his old room and found that the door was still locked. He just smirked and felt around the floor for his old tools. He spent a good two minutes looking before he found what he was looking for, his old bobby pin. He had stolen it from his mom and used his door for practice to pick locks. His skills were rusty from not being used, but after a few moments he had picked the lock and turned the knob. When Vinny walked in he was greeted by his posters, his bed, and his CD collection. He walked towards his CDs and slid his fingers down the bindings. He listed off various artists: Eminem, Avenged Sevenfold, Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Bowling for Soup. "It feels nice to be home." Vinny said walking into the living room.