Ice cold shower

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==Matteo==

I was in an oven. Hot vent of air was squirted at me. Turning again, for the hundredth time, my eyes slipped open.

This was no oven. This was my room, but it had somehow had become enchanted and was now attempting to roost me alive. I took my eyes...

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