LePetit gingerly pushed open a door which led into a small room ful of random props. As she tiptoed her way across the innumerable carnival masks and wigs, a thought struck her. Wait a minute...oh fairypoop it! Of all the doors, you HAD to choose the emergency exit!
She plunged her hand into her deep pocket and retrieved a torch. A brief inspection of the room showed another door marked "Auditorium" straight ahead of her. She opened it and seamlessly joined the crowd which was chanting "Archer, Archer, she's our Aman, if she can't write it, no one can!"
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