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From Create Your Own Story
To the east you can just make out a door. The air is musty and stale down here. The old still smell makes you concerned about natural gas leakes and a flood of information goes running through your mind. You recall stories about miners who would take small exotic birds, "Canaries" you think, down into the shafts with them. Should the bird die, then the miners knew that their was a gas leak. "I have gas heat," you say out loud followed by, "Is there natural gas normaly err, naturaly found in the earth in New England?...Hmm.. West Virginia, yes...No, no that's coal." You are at the door already. It is much bigger than it looked from your puddle. Your mind shifts gears. What next?
