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Two hours... Two hours of freaking fast walking. And the worst part about it is, Carla isn’t talking to me. I don’t know if it’s the language barrier or because
she really doesn’t like me but boy she sure is ignoring me now. Askal on the other hand is as noisy as hell. His pants are all I hear. It’s been a while since I got annoyed with him.
Can’t blame him for panting that loud though. We’ve been in this dark and hot hallway that goes on and on for a couple of hours now.
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? AreWeThereYet?AreWethereYet?” I say to Carla. It’s not a good conversation starter but you
know, I think this could get the conversation running.
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we the-” Carla looks back with this very angry look on
