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The heavy glass door clicked shut behind me and Klay, sealing in the warmth of the building, leaving us alone as a harsh winter wind blew across the night sky.
The Salem College and Academy parking garage, a concrete monolith designed to house hundreds of vehicles, stood in absolute silence, a stark contrast to its bustling daytime life.
Our footsteps, previously muted by carpet, sounded unnaturally sharp against the concrete pavement- a rapid clack- clack-clack-clack-clack that seemed to echo off the blank brick walls of the main building. We chatted about how much fun we had at the holiday party and our plans for the rest of the weekend. We were officially free to make love in our hotel
