Jim's hands were already holding onto Tina-Sharon by the base of her long strawberry blonde hair, so it took little effort to spin her head around and hold it to the ground.
“What are you doing?!” she screached. “Let go of me!”
Ignoring her cries, and pinning her down with his body, he fumbled around, trying to find the seam of the mask. Where was it?! He searched frantically. It had to be there, but where? Where?!
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