From e5518e3f20ba0cff4d2089fa8db51b61282adb01 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: amitkini21 <54466577+amitkini21@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2019 23:22:07 +0530
Subject: [PATCH] Amit's line

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 PLOT.txt | 4 +++-
 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-)

diff --git a/PLOT.txt b/PLOT.txt
index 71606bb..72052dc 100644
--- a/PLOT.txt
+++ b/PLOT.txt
@@ -41,4 +41,6 @@ How are they connected? Did I come all the way to save the wrong man?
 Just when they were about the leave... "Turn around now!" A female's voice was heard...
 As they slowly turned around, they found themselves at gunpoint."You've come at a very wrong time, Alan", she snarled."Who are you?How do you know my name?"
 "All in good time, let's go now!"she ordered instinctively pointing the gun and guiding us towards the exit. As they made their way towards the car, endless questions swarmed through Alan's mind.'Was all of this planned?', 'Was he the rightful recipient to that phone call?','Is he walking into a death trap?'. A blue honda civic surrounded by two tall daunting men didn't help ease his mind. Eric had the same fazed look in his eyes, for a brief moment they made eye contact, Alan tried giving him a reassuring look, everything will be okay he wanted to say, but he wasn't certain either.
-Mustering all his courage he asked, "Who are you? Where are you taking us?", a quick blow to his head left him cold, his vision blurred and quickly shrouded by darkness.
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+Mustering all his courage he asked, "Who are you? Where are you taking us?", a quick blow to his head left him cold, his vision blurred and quickly shrouded by darkness.
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+Then, Alan woke up to realize all this was just a dream and the blow on his head was his mother's slipper since Alan was late to college.
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