Stuck In An Elevator.

Stuck In An Elevator.

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I feel so claustrophobic right now. I'm hyperventilating. Shit. Why is this guy so calm. "You..do realize... that we're stuck in an...elevator right?" I asked as I gasped for air through each word. He just stayed quiet. Oh God I'm stuck in here with this crazy person. He should totally be scared right now. Why the hell is he so damn calm. I need to calm down. Someone will come to save us right? Or maybe we'll die of starvation and oxygen deprivation!
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