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You jiggle the doornob, eyes widening as you realize you are trapped in the very small closet with a very aggravated president schlatt.
"What's taking so fucken long? Open the damn door." He huffs in a annoyed tone, his chest close enough to your back that you can feel him breathing and smell the sent of booze and smoke on his breath.
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