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"I'M NOT ON DRUGS OR SOMETHING, MUM, GOD, GET OUT!"
"Sweetie, i'm just...I, look. I made a few mistakes when I had you and God knows i'm trying to correct them now. If you won't let me help you then-"
"I DON'T NEED HELP! Just because my room is unkempt and whatever, just..go."
"But you've been so distant and i can HELP you!"
"MUM JUST GO, PLEASE!"
"No. Nope. NOPE. Get back, get back off the edge."
"But, I can't die here twice, right?", Rory gasped, nervously.
"I DON'T KNOW. GET BACK, DON'T DO THIS!", Amy screamed.
Rory leaned backwards, dangerously.
Amy ran to him, clasped his hands in hers.
"If we die, we die together, okay?"
"Okay."
She didn't know where to look. Left? "There ain't nothing scary about a wall" she muttered to herself, hesitantly. She took a step. Then another. Then another. BAM. It was a mirror too. It had been years and years, or maybe days? Maybe hours? A month? She'd been here forever. Or was she in her mind? So much for a palace.
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