Echo
"I'm not who think I am." She whispered to me. "Who are you then?" I asked as if it wasn't that serious. She sat there without saying a word for a few seconds, while we watched the crocodile pull against its chain. All you could hear was the chain and the sound of me kicking the orange, stone wall. But there was now way out. We were stuck in a cell, with a crocodile and a few wooden boxes. The silence became deep for a second, when a crack echoed and soon the sound of a million stone bricks collapsing...
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