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Whisper couldn’t remember ever being so excited about a night out in her life. It was typical for her and the girls to go out on a Friday. She always looked forward to it but never to such a high degree.
Working late on Friday was the norm for her too. Whisper had her routine down. She started work late, came home late, and went out to party late. And that was fine; they weren’t refused entry anywhere no matter what time they showed up.
Getting ready with a bottle of wine at her side was usual too. In the closet, admiring herself in the vanity mirror, Whisper finished with her lip-gloss, signaling it was time to leave. At midnight, her girlfriends would be waiting for her at the back door of Scooby’s.
A sudden bang from the bedroom startled her. Tossing her lip-gloss onto the vanity,
