Lisa climbed onto to bench. She reached her arms up she was just barely tall enough to reach the ceiling tile. She pushed it out of the way revealing a crawlspace. This was her way out. She grabbed the edge of the ceiling and started hoisting herself up. She got partway up before her arms ran out of strength. She was too heavy for her arms to lift that high. She dropped back down onto the bench.
"Great, another sign that I am out of shape." She jumped up and tried again, her arms shook and her face turned red with the strain, but she couldn't pull herself up more than a foot. She couldn't get out that way. She tried forcing the door open again, just in case, but when it still didn't budge she was left with one option. She pulled the cover off the vent, got down on her hands and knees and started to crawl in. It was a tight squeeze, but she was making progress, at least until her...
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