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She rose from the exposed mattress and parted the metal blinds. She stared into the night, avoiding her reflection in the glass. The hedge on the far side of the parking lot lit up as a pair of headlights rounded the corner. She did not linger. She opened the door and exited into the empty hallway. The door shut with finality. The lonely door to the lonely room that no longer sheltered the lonely girl.

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