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... . Elliot’s voice cut through it, way too cheerful for someone who’d just barricaded a door with a toaster oven. "Check the kitchen drawers. Candles, matches, anything."
I fumbled blindly, hands slapping at drawers. "Y-Yeah, because I definitely keep emergency supplies next to the spatulas-" My fingers brushed something cylindrical. "Wait, found one!"
"Great! Now don’t drop i-"
Clatter. The candle rolled off the counter and hit the floor.
"...t," Elliot finished. < ...
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