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A Small Torture
[Millicent]
“Hullo” an unfamiliar feminine voice calls from the other side of my stone wall.
I choose to ignore it. I refuse to open my eyes right now.
The person begins to bang on the door. Not knock, bang, like a sailor back from leave ordering beer at a tavern. someone raps at my door. “I know you are awake, I can hear it in breathing,” she explains as she continues to knock. “Can I please come in?”
“No,” I moan.
“I promise I’m not Primus.”
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