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The Guru on the Wall The wooden mask stared at me, smiling politely. When he spoke, his smile never faded. A fire would be nice, right about now, he whispered. I felt the same as he, and bolted the door. Match met trashcan, flames rose, screams swelled in the cubicles next to me, and we both smiled bigger than ever. |
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