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But she also stiffens. The implication is obvious. Camille peels off and takes to the nearest window, yanking on the latch.
Wedging the tips of her fingers in between the wood.
Cursing at the utter lack of give.]
It's stuck tight. Like cement. And I can't see shit out there, it's thick as pea soup.