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Smooth, Traffic, and Flight: "I'm too scared to double text" Me Hurry 9:54 PM The 9:54 PM Fuck 9:54 PM Up 9:54 PM BRO 9:54 PM HELLO 9:54 PM HURRY UP 9:54 PM YOU TAKE FOR VER 9:54 PM TO REPLY 9:54 PM TEXT 9:54 PM A year and a half ago, I signed up to study abroad through my university. I was nineteen and wanted to see a little of the world while going to college. My scholarship fully covered it, so I applied and was quickly accepted. My parents were thrilled to see me go and have an adventure, so they helped me pack up and dropped me off at the airport. The connecting flights all went smoothly, and I found myself at an airport in France. One of the guides who worked with the university met me and a few others who flew in at the same time. As a group of three, we were led to our dorm. In reality, it was just a tiny apartment rented out for the three of us, but the guide referred to it as our dorm. I slept deeply that first night, I remember. The time change had really screwed with my sleep pattern. It took me two days to get adjusted. When I was finally on my feet, my first order of business was to get groceries before school started. The other two girls had already gone, so I went alone. I've never been particularly afraid of going places alone, even though I'm a girl. I had a map and left most of my belongings locked in the dorm in case I was pickpocketed. The trip was completely fine, until I stopped for a sandwich at some small cafe a couple blocks from the dorm. You would think that something like this would happen at a seedy bar or from peddlers handing out free drinks, but it happened in complete daylight on a well-used street at a bright and happy cafe. If I try hard, I think I remember looking at something behind me when I sensed movement, then drinking my coffee. But that could be my mind making some memory up. I had been sitting out in front of the cafe, plate and coffee in front of me. There was decent foot traffic, and I was watching the people walk by, sometimes almost kicking the table because of how far into the sidewalk the cafe had placed the table. The next thing I remember is waking up in a dark, large room. Not a bedroom. A warehouse. I was curled up with my knees to my chest and lying on cold metal. I was shivering pretty badly, and the cold helped sharpen up my senses.I was facing a set of double doors that led into the warehouse-sized room.
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