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I slowly step forward, as I do. I see the drown door handle, it blended in so well, I couldn 't see it at first. I push down on the door handle with my right hand, while pushing on the door with my left hand, opening it gently. Joe then steps forward with James in her arms, "You ready?" she asks, I just nod, as we start to walk towards the open room. "Wait" Alisa says, stopping us in our tracks. Joe and I both turn around, and face her. Alisa then walks over to James, grabs his arm, and plates a gentle kiss on both of his scars. "Get well soon, little brother" said Alisa. As she turns to walk away Alisa look back towards James and adds, "If you tell any of the others what I just said, you 're dead meat. Mom mind link me if y 'all need anything." …show more content…

As we walk inside, I 'm taken aback by how peaceful and romantic it looks, not only that, but it feels the same way. It 's dimly lilted, with rusty brown walls, with a bright golden vine patron on it. The floor is soft, almost plush, light ceramal colored carpet, which invited me in right away. There is a little table on the far right hand side of the room, the room is nice and warm too, and to top it all off. There 's a small water fountain on the little brown table, which fills the room with the sound of trickling water, and completes the romantic and peaceful mood. Joe gets on her knees, lowers her arms, and puts James down in the center of the room gently. James lets out another groan, as soon as he touches the floor. "Is it your head again?" I ask, in a soothing tone, as I walk over

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