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Kisma gave a snort as he turned and grabbed some straw,
heading over to the lock and popping it into the hole,
he took a deep breath and began to grow the crop out,
the roots hooking up through the lock,
causing it to creak slightly before the lock gave, the door opening.
"It worked!" he said pleased.
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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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