[He lets out a bitter scoff, sullenly leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and tucked up close against his midsection. Right now he wants more than ever to get out of here.]
Why would they know this?
[beside them, a few stragglers pass on their way out. They ought to get out, before the remaining jellies decide to corner them.]
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Why would they know this?
[beside them, a few stragglers pass on their way out. They ought to get out, before the remaining jellies decide to corner them.]