"How about his enemy, 'Let me the fuck out of here!'" you holler up at the boy. Frightened, the boy drops you and moves away from you as quick as possible. You sigh, happy that he is no longer crushing you. The boy slowly moves forward, staring down at you. Looking back at him, you realize that you may have created an even bigger problem.
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The boy stands up and runs out of the room, screaming, "Mom! Mom!" You panick at the thought of his mother walking in and finding you, so you rush around the room searching for a place to hide. "Where, where?!" you scream to yourself, looking at every crevice of every object. Finally you notice that the bed has an open space underneath that you could fit into, so you run toward it as fast as your little legs can take you.<br>
You just pray that you're well hidden.
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