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The Looking Glass
7.42 PM Chloe Carter leant against the white edge of the alcove between Rooms 11 and 13, breath grey and misted, as she itched for another cigarette. She scratched her…
“C’mon Wei Choong, join us for the Nights of Fright outing next Friday, we’ll have a blast!”
“NO. I would like my sleep for the next two weeks to be nightmare-free. Besides, the ticket isn’t cheap either.”
“Too late, we’ve got you a ticket as your birthday present earlier this month. Stop being such a scaredy-cat, will ya? Plus, you said it yourself, the ticket costs a fortune. Don’t give us a no-show alright?”