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... mpt to grab the door handle. This time with less force and more precision. What kind of a dumb character would I be if I could not open a tiny door? I am already useless. No need to create another level of worthlessness to achieve.
Anyhow, that should have been a fluke. Because of all the stress and confusion, loads of cold sweat covered my palms. Thus, my hand slipped. It can not be any simpler and would logically explain what just happened. These weird occurrences happening are probably ...
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