Just fitted
First, Flint sat down on the edge and carefully put his feet on the rusty ladder. The opening was tight, but he managed to fit through and descend, the ladder creaking under his weight. Lindsey was only watching, and her claustrophobia already kicked in. “I’m staying here,” she said with a quivering voice. Lindsey would be the eyes and ears above ground. In that way, she could help but not put herself in danger.
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