Tag: student life

  • Gloomy night

    I heard her. Splashing water into toilet seats. Kicking and knocking washroom doors to be sure no one was in there. Rolling  mop buckets. I could smell the scent of detergents, and her grumbling. “So a human being really did this!” she blurted. I’ve always complained about the poor maintenance of the washrooms. Here was…

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