A Date That Feels Like a Trap

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It’s already evening. Actually… scratch that. It’s almost midnight. And Alpha Kei is nowhere to be seen. I’m still sitting on the couch in the same black dress I wore to the mall earlier. I didn’t bother changing. Why would I? Something tells me I’m going to need a cold shower after this night anyway, so there’s really no point wasting soap and water beforehand. One leg is crossed over the other as I stare at the large clock on the wall like it personally offended me. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each second sounds louder than the last while my foot taps impatiently against the floor. I keep glancing at the clock, again and again, just to make sure the stupid thing isn’t broken. It isn’t. “He said tomorrow night,” I mutter under my breath. “Last time I checked, night does not mean midni

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