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Kisma glanced up to watch the other, sitting still in his little corner for a while. Slowly, he began to crawl over to Jesse. wondering if he could find the key...If he could, then he was able to get out..now how to get out with out being heard? That was the question.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me so throw me down, tie me up...show me that you like me
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