Shattered Glass

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I was fast asleep in my bedroom when I heard glass shatter on the floor above mine. I tried to brush it off, thinking that maybe someone had dropped a cup.

But before I could fall asleep again, my mind remembered the conversation between the old ladies.

And then I heard a cry.

I tried to ignore it, it wasn't any of my business anyway, but it felt like my gut was screaming at me to go check on the girl.

So I slipped my socks on and walked down the hall to the elevators.

I pressed the button for the next floor and waited till I heard the ding.

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