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You say when you quietly and slowly move to the shelf. The woman approaches and tries to touch your face.
You don’t actually give me the choice. You just design my future and ask me to follow your plan. What if I refuse to do so?
You will starve to death just as these ugly skeletons! Why not accept me? We will be happy ever after!
Good chance! You step left to avoid her hand and kick the shelf.
I would rather die!
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