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Chapter 2 by Eight2013 Eight2013

What's next?

No Housecoat

“Where’s my bag of bath supplies? Shit!” No towel or my housecoat. Maybe something in the bathroom.

I look out in the hall, and the doors are all closed except one. That must be the bathroom. It’s late and I don’t hear anyone. So, I tip toe down to the bathroom.

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