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Synchronized
Together, they edged toward the closet door slowly. Their movements were like a sloth, but at least they were quiet this time. Eventually, David’s hand reached the handle once more, gripping it tightly. The young couple looked at each other, not uttering a single word. But they didn’t need to; their minds were synchronized perfectly. David and Amber nodded in silence, making rhythmic motions with their heads, indicating a countdown: “1,2,3…”
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