write an story with " i began tugging at the door. It was wedged shut and not budging. "
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I began tugging at the door. It was wedged shut and not budging. I was panicking. The oxygen level was going down at an incredible speed in the little box room. I knew I only had a few minutes left. I either had to sit there and mourn for myself or I could actually do something to save myself. It was no contest, of course I decided to look for an entrance. I went round in circles trying to look for a loose piece of rock on the wall but alas, I couldn't find anything. As the time moved on the oxygen level began going down. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. At last I couldn't take it and....
My mom was shaking me?
Wait what?!
And that's when I realized that I was DREAMING!!
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