Living dangerously

This morning, I could not find my keys. I searched my entire apartment before giving up and grabbing the spare key, which fortunately is no longer on the same keychain as my other key. Here’s what I found on the other side of the door:

key inserted in keyhole

Just testing you, Sunnyvale. I wanted to see if you’ve cleaned up your act. Congratulations, you passed.

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