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Rosaline

The backs of my knees, my forehead, every part of my body felt sticky with a warm sheen of sweat The white shorts and tank top I wore in preparation for the trip seeht of Miahts and old-world char tailspin of beautiful people and bacchanalian sensibilities Withto the worn leather seats of the taxi and the wet, huh the dirty, lowered s, I had a hard ti on the cityscape at all

The closer the cab got topanic attack It was a wonder I survived two plane rides and an eight hour layover without co down The reality ofuncertainty,to set in The thoughts caused the sweat on the back of ainst e

The deep voice of the cab driver rang through the car as we pulled up to a s The exterior was covered in a sickly looking peach color under the unflattering street light stationed directly above it It wasit outside of a few online photos and while it was definitely nothing special, the neighborhood seeht side of dirt cheap

I hastily unloaded s and made my way up the narrow stairs towards ainst the door as soon as I stepped inside, not even bothering to turn on the lights or look around, too tired to even cry

Abrupt banging sounds and quick vibrations againstly sound sleep

“Rosaline Reed?” A stocky, red-faced reeted me when I opened the door

“Yes That’schills down the length of my spine “Can I help you?”

“Yeah eh… I’er” His eyes landed ontold you to coot in”

I cursed reement

“I’ht and I figured you wouldn’t want to be bothered” I gave hi about it

It worked