Part 3: The Escape

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My plan was coming into play. The dark room became stuffy as a small smell shifted into both my nostrils. I pondered what is was. It smelled like breakfast. I closed my eyes and plummeted my shoeless feet into the direction of the glorious intuitive path of food. I moved until I reached a wall. Underneath my palm was a wall of bricks. Although it was dark I knew what bricks felt like. I began pressing each brick with a small click I smiled as the wall flipped me into the next room. I opened my eyes only to reveal....

To be Continued Soon.

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