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Creative Writing: Vera's Dichotomy

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Vera let out an exaggerated sigh. “Ugh, I’m still procrastinating on this essay,” she mentally beat herself up as she headed down the empty dorm hallway. A moment later, she stopped in her tracks and realized no one was around. Where is everybody? It looks like nobody cared to stay, she thought, feeling uneasy. Vera kept glancing back over her shoulder, hoping someone would magically appear before her eyes. The sound of an old door creaking open echoed throughout the long hallway. Vera spun around and saw all the doors shut. Perplexed, she decided to keep walking back to her dorm room. A gasp escaped her mouth as multiple footsteps passing by behind her could be heard all around. Although, Vera turned around only to find a deserted

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