Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s
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Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s
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from the Dump your breakfast(on a mirror)! group.
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((Get a laptop! Please!))Cathleen slipped out just as someone started bashing on the door. "Run!"
There was now a hole big enough for Yasmin to climb through, who was the largest of the group.
Cathleen started taking pieces from the wall.
Cathleen kicked the wall again. Again and again she kicked, then started to punch. Eventually, she punched a hole through a piece.
Cathleen handed Yasmin the child and walked over to the wall. She analyzed it for a moment, then kicked it. It shook.
"We need to help her."
((If I disappear, I'll be ten- fifteen minutes; my computer will have overheated.))Cathleen looked at Yasmin.
"It's all right," Cathleen whispered gently, "You're gonna be okay."
Cathleen picked up the child. She looked up at Cathleen with sad, tear-streaked eyes.
Cathleen opened a crate and cried out in horror.A little child, no more than two, was stuffed in the crate.
((Fine.))The noise sounded as if it was coming from the door.
((...))Cathleen looked around.
((MJ?))
((Okay.))Cathleen heard a quiet crying. "What's that?"
((What happened?))"Now... to get out..."
((Again?))Cathleen smiled. "That's good enough."
Cathleen Picked up two crates and placed them at the door. "They weigh about 100 pounds each."
Cathleen smiled back and looked at the stack of crates. "Let's block the door with these."
"Thanks." Cathleen looked up at Yasmin. "Sorry about calling you a bitch."
Cathleen stood up and tripped, a cord caught on her foot.
