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77 The Screw Close to the door where I scanned in my ID card every day a screw was twisted into the carpet. I walked by it all the time. One day, when nobody was looking, I unfolded my pocketknife and unscrewed it. I pulled up the unglued portion of the carpet and found a bolted door. It led to somewhere. I saw a tiny flight of steps leading down to some kind of storage area. I wedged down the steps, closed the door, and made my way out of there. The darkness was horrible. I couldn’t see my hands, although I felt one or two things crawling underneath me. I heard clicking ahead of me.The tunnel was too tight for me to turn back, and so I squeezed through without stopping toward the sound. I felt sweat roll down my face. I panicked, hit a wall and blacked out.When I awoke, I still stood. I felt a doorknob in front of me. I twisted and pushed, and here I am now, looking at a gold watch everyone chipped in to give me. ...

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