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            Michal “call me Mike” Schmidt took a deep breath and pushed open the doors of Freddy Fazbear’s, smiling vaguely as the scent of cooking pizza wafted to her nostrils.  With a heave, she pulled her pack and knapsack along for the ride, wincing slightly at the high-pitched voices that rambled excitedly, their owners darting back and forth like worker ants.  She looked up at the stage to see the “new and improved” animatronics performing before a crowd of children.  It was certainly lively Mike thought, closing her eyes as she let the doors slide shut behind her and took in the sounds and smells of the bu