Two of them somewhere mundane with nothing to do and no way out yet.
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Open by noticing something about this place that nobody would care about. Push off from this if it helps: the last page of a notebook.
The frayed edge of the last page. Just a scrap of paper. You can see the fibers catching the light, little white hairs sticking out like dead skin. I keep running my thumb over it. It’s rougher than the rest. Makes me…
Nothing matches that.