The back room sounded more calm, so you headed into the back. You turned your head to the left, seeing a old lady working on the computer. She must have been the librarian, assuming that all librarians always seem old. You decide whether you should ask for her assistant. "It's worth a shot," you said, and pace over to the workaholic lady. She didn't look as if she had a life, but just let herself go. With dead gray hair, a hunchback, and some rotton teeth, you could say she was torn apart. When you made it close to her chair, you sighted her feet out of their shoes. A wheezy aroma filled your space, smelling like an old attic. You tried your best not to take a whiff, and tried more on finding a way to get her attention. You had a much better chance climber to the top of her chair, grab onto one of her hair strands, grip your way into her ears, and speak. It was settled, and grabbed onto the nearest pole. You were greatful you were great in gym, otherwise this would have been real difficult. When you got on top of the seat, You met up with her busom. A little gas popped out anomonously, almost knocking you out back down. You held on to your stranght and quickly ot out of there. Stage two became a little more challenging, as you had to watch out for her back from hitting you off. When you finally got to the top, the breeze came in, giving you a chill. You quickly grabbed onto her hair, and tarzan your way through. Unfortunately, she unexpectedly swooshed her hair around, causing you to lose your grip. Now you were free-falling...
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