

A night at the lounge He stared up at the ceiling. It was covered in a mural depicting a night sky, holes with lights behind them for stars. They lit up the lounge unevenly, some parts were dark, some were light. The windows were all boarded up and draped in black sheets. Even the front door hadn't been touched for more than ten years, and not even a speck of light or life came from the outside. The only way into the lounge was through a man-sized dumbwaiter which ran up through curtains of florescent light beads. John liked the place mostly because it was quiet, you only heard the outside world wheA night at the lounge
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