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NIGHTINGALE

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I had to think fast and come up with something to say to vindicate myself but I remained frozen. I was terrified of getting shot, or stabbed or thrown out before I could get Quetzal out safely. I tried to turn and then stumbled on the ridiculously high heels I was wearing. I almost smacked my head against the opposite wall but then I got an idea from it. Instead of standing straight and turning to face the person who spoke, I continued to wobble, pretending like everywhere was spinning because I was drunk. Then I giggled for show, just to make my acting more believable. I turned, but instead of facing the owner of the voice, I walked forward to face a part of the hallway and began to speak to thin air like that was where I thought the man was.

“Hey, y.youu. You’reee hands.some.” I slurred and swayed on my feet again.

“I think I’m losttt, c.could you s.show me where the b.bathroom isssss?”

I heard the man’s annoyed sigh but luckily, it didn't sound like he was suspiciou
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