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I walk straight into my chamber, and I toss the key on my bed. It hasn't been a long walk from the underground room where Kimberley and Matt are locked up, but I am sweating like I just got out of the gym. I am flaming in anger and I am just confused about what next to do. I hate it when things get me confused. Everyone and everything fears me, but this one thing called the mind does not fear me. I would howl and have my mind submit to me. It would obey me, but it won't. That is why I call for my advise whenever things like this get me confused.
How do they seem to be enjoying that place so well? I mean, it is a really horrible place, and I can't im
