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I went to a café. However, this is was no normal café. Instead, it was a café with this name: The Skeleton Café. I was confused. My bit my lip as I put on my crocs and I waltzed inside. The door was locked and there was blood writing on the door. It said this.
"Use back entrance." I was like what? The door is just for show. Gosh darn it, it's like being in IKEA. Good times. Then, I felt the cold air in my lungs. As the moon almost blinded me, I sneaked through the back entrance. However, the interior was, not
The floor had a coat of white paint. I assumed that it was meant to represent the inescapable void and the death of the human race. But, I was just guessing. The walls had red paint on them. However, upon closer inspection, I realised that it wasn't paint. It was blood. Real human blood. There was nobody there and the tables were flipped over. So, I flipped them up. I sat down at a seat and I stared out of the clear glass window. I saw a sign that said this…
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