“Analeeeeeee!” Harry whines “We are next Harold.” “Don’t call me that Analee! I don’t like it.” “Sorry Love…” “I like it when you call me love though.” he says as he winks at me. “Oooohhh!!! it’s our groups turn!” I say as we start to walk through the spider web covered doors, we are in a dark foggy room with backlights and strobe lights all around us.
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