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2024-10-29 19:42:56Zoey's POV
I dash into the next available stall like a mad woman and slam the door shut behind me. I immediately turn my nose up at the repulsive smell of rancid vomit and urine lingering in the stale air.
I instinctively lock the tiny stall door, although it provides no assurance that my potential 'stalker' was not out there in the crowd waiting on the right time to pounce.
Taking deep breaths I try to calm myself ignoring the murmurs from the other occupants. The need to relieve my bladder is long gone but just to be on the safe side, I put the stained toilet to good use.
After exiting the stall minutes later, I set down my bag and phone on the cold counter and examined myself in the large bathroom mirror. To say I lo
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