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... enth floors in a single day, we took a slightly longer nap before heading to the eleventh floor. I thought it would be nice to return to the town since its a nice round number, but everyone was strongly against it, so we decided to continue conquering.

The eleventh floor seemed to be a bit warmer than the odd-numbered floors weve been through so far. We were informed that it was about the same, but it seems a little different. Well have to make sure not to forget to take breaks for hydra ...

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