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 My arm fell limp at my side, the dehydration slowly getting too me. I looked around the room and coughed. It's been three days.
-I had been stuck in this closet (''Maybe it's a cupboard'' I thought, chuckling) for the past three days, my already nearly empty water supply having been emptied the day before.
+I had been stuck in this closet ("Maybe it's a cupboard" I thought, chuckling) for the past three days, my already nearly empty water supply having been emptied the day before.
 Now, I could barely move because of how tired I was. How hungry I was. How thirsty I was.
-''Why am I here?'' I thought wearily, licking my lips, thinking of how delicious a small cup of fresh water would be.
+"Why am I here?" I thought wearily, licking my lips, thinking of how delicious a small cup of fresh water would be.
 I leaned my head against the door area of this room. I had tried breaking it down on the first day after it wouldn't open, but that had failed.
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 Still, I heard barely anything, but their conversation was very... interesting.
-''Are they talking about me?'' I thought with a quirked eyebrow, ''Or somebody else? Are they the reason I'm here?''
+"Are they talking about me?" I thought with a quirked eyebrow, "Or somebody else? Are they the reason I'm here?"
 I heard a pair of footsteps walk towards the door and put something on the ground.

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