Lacey: Fix typo "her throat her throat"

src/twee/story/upstairs/lacey-clif-route.tw

@@ -83,7 +83,7 @@ You vehemently shake your head in protest.
 The dog sighs. "Okay, jeez, I was just asking. Suit yourself." He sits on the bed next to Lacey, and begins to caress and massage her bloated stomach. "Looks like your appetizer has already settled down a good bit! You're a real champion, Lace."
 
 Lacey continues dillegently slurping and swallowing you down.
-You feel your feet beginning to enter her stomach, bumping against a hard object which you can only assume is your unfortunate friend. Only your head and shoulders are still protruding from her lips; your body is paralyzed by the powerful muscles of her throat her throat.
+You feel your feet beginning to enter her stomach, bumping against a hard object which you can only assume is your unfortunate friend. Only your head and shoulders are still protruding from her lips; your body is paralyzed by the powerful muscles of her throat.
 
 * [[Mmmph...|Lacey finishes swallowing.]]