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She opened the door, peacefully. She did a beautiful small twirl with the beat of the music in her ears. Trotting down the stairs, with exactly 5 strides, she reached the dog food bin. One scoop, then the second one. She closed the bin. And started walking toward the door. The music stopped. She took a glance down at her cord. It got cut. She heard a muffled sound behind her. A quick glance she took, over her shoulder. Her breath slowed; her heart slowed. It started to spin, and then it went black. The last glimpse she took was blood covering her own pupil.