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“Are you serious about this?” Sam hissed as she followed her friend downstairs.
“Positive,” Slinky replied. The two were heading for the mail room. Slinky recalled her father mentioning something about all their keys having been made in the building by the mailman.
“You know this is illegal, right?” Sam nervously looked over her shoulder. She imagined the cops were chasing them right now.
“Only if we get caught,” Slinky assured as they swiftly flew down the flights of stairs.
“Yeah, which might just happen. Couldn’t we have just tried the keys to see which one would’ve fit the lock?” She was of course referring to the door leading to the twentieth floor.
“No time.”
“And we have time to do this?” Sam pointed out. Slinky stopped so suddenly her friend nearly ran into her and caused
