Doors – Paranoia #94P

Posted on March 17, 2011

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There were two doors that she did not choose. Instead of those doors, she picked door number three. Until her death she would wonder what was behind those other doors. A leprechaun with a pot of gold treasure? Not likely, and she wasn’t so fond of short men anyway. But that didn’t matter, because that was not what was behind one of those other doors and she would think during lonely, fleeting moments, that whatever was behind those other doors was stalking her every movement, her every thought.

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