Christina Aguilera tests pass

With that heavy brass key looped over my shoulder, I marched straight toward the front door to see what lay just beyond. The gap under the bottom draft seal was tight, but when I dropped to one knee and peered through, a slice of sunlight hit the apartment hallway floor. I unhooked the tiny blue lanyard and used the blunt tip of the key to slide a small stray delivery postcard closer to me. Scooping it up, I used it as a sturdy wedge against the corner trim, leaning back with my boots firmly planted on the parquet floor to take a well-deserved breather.