You blink, then look around. Doesn’t seem like a dream. You try not to freak out.
“Ok, ok, uh... shit.” You look up at your purse, slouching into the stall on your right. “Shit.”
You start making a list of possible solutions. Get help from someone at the bar? Too dangerous. Walk into another stall? Also too dangerous. Get your phone?... That might work.
You trek over to your black bag and climb inside. As you make your way past the empty wrappers and frayed chargers, you speak to yourself that you’re going to clean this thing out.
At last, you see your phone. As you get closer, it starts ringing!
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