Our little adventure
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"Do you trust me?" He asked suddenly serious , his face plain and his eyes boring holes into my skull it felt as he gazed upon me.
"Of course" I replied suddenly a bit frightend.
He turned the nob of the door to the right and opened the door revealing an empty room with only one peculiar looking wardrobe.
"Are you trying to copy Narnia or something?" i asked with a fake laugh suddenly scared of what he is too show me.
"Something like that" He said scratching the back of his neck looking rather nervous.
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