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The kitchen was conquered territory. My gaze locked onto the perimeter breach leading outside: the heavy sliding glass door. Thick rubber seals pinned the frame tight against the metal track. I marched down from the counter, planted my bare feet firmly against the grooved aluminum rail, and rammed my palms flat into the vertical aluminum handle. Friction bit back hard. I dropped my center of gravity, grunted, and put my entire shoulder behind a direct shove. The track rattled. Wheels groaned over grit, and the heavy door parted two full inches from the jamb. Morning air flooded the line. My route beyond this house is now open.