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A Late Night Visit

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She hugged me. I followed her up the elevator. We entered a studio room. The room sliced into thirds by dividers: bedroom, living room, kitchen. Accompanied by a customary bathroom. Hannah guided me toward the living room surpassing the bed and gallery. Her apartment was clean. I liked that. Hannah sat on the couch. I heard two voices just then. One, entertaining particular outcomes by sitting beside her. The other urging to make "good decisions". The latter tugging. Pulling. A voice pulling with gravity. Bringing me to a safe place: the desk chair. Directly in front of Hannah...across the room.

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