'Okay, we need a hammer,' Jenny said to me. I just looked around; why was she asking me? Did I look like the type of person who would carry a hammer? 'Oh, I'm sorry, I left that in my other dress.' 'No need to be all funny. We only want a look.' Luckily for us, our spy wasn't far behind, so we called her over to take a look. Camille would surely say no. Unfortunately, she happened to take their side and agreed that we should 'investigate.' This was so not my day. Fran managed to wiggle her way through the hole, shortly followed by Jenny, Camille, and me. The corridor was old, smelly, and really dusty, just like the room. So it wasn't really a surprise to find cobwebs all over the ceiling and walls. Fran began coughing at all the dust that was coming off the corridor. Anyone would have thought we were walking through thick fog. 'You do know I'm claustrophobic,' I whispered. 'Shh,' Fran whispered back. You always have a choice. No matter what the world throws at you,...

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