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XVIII
“Jane! We need to burn the hotel!” I tell her with my voice ringing in the air. I can also tell a sign of relief from Jane’s face as her eyes brighten and a genuine smile gently forms on her lips. That’s it. Maybe this is the way out.
I start to feel giddy as I feel a slight ray of hope brim in my heart once again. This could be it, right?
“We should create a plan now! Where can we find fire hazards?” I go to Harris, “Harris, we can finally leave this place!” I hug him in delight. “We can finally escape this nightmare.”
“Yeah,” I hear him say as his eyes gleam under the moonlight. Finally, we can now go.
I go back to Jane to ask more questions.
I hold her hands while I look at her eyes, “Jane. We can finally wake up! Tell me, what should we do? What’s the plan? You guys know how this place works. Tell me so we ca
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