Katlyn Smith

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The moment the door swung shut behind him, I ran up and grabbed the handle—right as Fessy clicked a lock into place from the other side. I gasped and jiggled the doorknob, but it didn’t budge. I couldn’t believe it. Why did all these mafia bedroom doors lock from the outside? That had to be against a dozen fire-safety regulations.
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