[sweet baby jesus and the animals in the manger, Santana's got so much stuff too! How's she supposed to hide here? Anne scrambles in past her anyway, trying to fit herself into one of the corners beside the door, as if she can will herself to become even smaller.]
No! That would be fun-- No! Close the door, lock it!
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No! That would be fun-- No! Close the door, lock it!