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I turned to the man with the CD player. I still had an odd feeling about him, but not quite enough to slice him in half. Just for good measure, I swiftly snatched the player out of his hand.
“Hey, give that back!” He snapped.
I clicked the device off and stuffed it into my pocket. “If we survive whatever’s through that door,” I responded sardonically. He glared back at me, but did not pursue his argument further.
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