“
I stretch my arms wide, blinking three times to make sense of the clock beside my bed. I've been asleep for a whole hour, dreaming of escaping this place. I'm too old to believe in princes, but a small part of me still falls for the fairy tales, wishing someone would come and rescue me from this odd existence. That's where you come in, dear guests. Each time one of you arrives, I wonder if you will be the person to whisk me away. The one who understands, instead of recoiling in disgust.
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― The Last Guest House
― The Last Guest House
“
The rooms are always gloomy, like the lights are too lazy to shine bright.
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― The Last Guest House
― The Last Guest House
