I started rating my nights. Not the dates—not the dinners, the drinks, the half-hearted conversations. I was rating my own moments, the kind I didn’t need anyone else for. It began on a whim. One quiet evening, curled under my softest blanket, a glass of red on the nightstand and a candle flickering nearby, I…
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It was the night before our school’s graduation prank, a tradition where graduating students take over the school for a day of harmless mischief. As part of the custom, we were allowed to spend the night at the school to prepare. But preparation wasn’t the only thing on the agenda. As the night wore on,…
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You know, when I talk to my friends, I tell them I work as a lab technician, helping to solve crimes. They think I analyze evidence, like on those crime shows. But the truth is, I work as a cleaning lady in a large business tower. Every evening, I put on my yellow gloves and…
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I never told anyone this. Not my friends, not my family. But one night, I saved a life. It was late, maybe around midnight. I had just come home from work, exhausted, and stepped out onto my balcony to get some fresh air. I live on the 14th floor of an apartment building, and from…
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I don’t know when exactly it started. Maybe a year ago, maybe two. But at some point, I found myself standing in front of that door again. The door to the apartment no one knows about. I still remember the day I signed the lease. It wasn’t planned. I just saw the listing—a small, one-bedroom…
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