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Nov 2018
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one minute

I've been sitting in the corner for one minute, now I want to leave, need to leave. 60 seconds, 6 0. But now I can't

I'm sitting as far from the door as possible, the doorknob is barely visible.
On top of it is a giant spider. Well not giant, but big in spider proportions. I could see the hair coming from it.

three minutes

I'm not scared of spiders. Really, I'm not. I'm just not fond of them, I don't love them. I don't want to turn the handle when there is a large spider on it.
I have somewhere to be

let me leave
please
please
please

let me

out
Cheyanne Hopkins
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