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them, hiding behind their fake smiles and
false concern for her wellbeing.
She gasps at the unmistakable sound
of footsteps approaching behind her.
They are still far enough away for her to
make it out. She just has to get to the exit
door at the far end of the corridor, one
she's plotted as her exit route for two
weeks. She watched, and she learned the
comings and goings of the staff here.
