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>>25792374 >>25792628 >>25791904 >>25791695 >>25792693 >You begin to levitate some gauze out of your pocket. "Hey Photo..." >"Photo Bomb glares at you, "We don;t have that fucking time!" "I I'm just" >"I don't care you retarded fucking little bitch!" >You real back from Photo Bomb's verbal assault. "I'm..." >"Save it you fucking cunt!" >You look over to Spearmint who is just standing there. you move the orb of light you are emitting closer to your face. "S-Spearmint? Could you read me what I found under the sink?" >You wink at Spearmint to let her know that this is some sort of ruse. >Spearmint gives you an odd look, "Y-yeah... It says.... Uh, She came in from stormy weather and she was hit by cupid's bow because she was looking fine that day?" >Spearmint pops back up, "Y-yeah that's what it says...." >you hold back you feeling of embarrassment as you lie, "S-see, Spearmint is our reader you see." >Apollo doesn't respond but the room continues to get colder. >You give up on your use and try to knock the sharp glass off off the door with your crowbar. Apollo responds by slamming the door open on your crowbar. Although you try to pull it out, the pressure is too great for you to pull it out. >As you try to pull your crowbar free you hear something, moving in the room that you haven't explored or seen yet, beyond the metal door.
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