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You are in a glass box masquerading as a confessional. The moment the lock clicks and you're shut in, the box starts filling up with water. You can see everyone on the outside through the glass, but it is useless. They're drowning too.


There is a lift with floor to ceiling windows made entirely of glass. It stops at every floor except the one you need to get off at. You get off at other floors and try to take the stairs down, but it is a maze. There is no way out. 


The table I write on is made of glass. But it is tinted black. It has something to hide. The mug stains (use a coaster!) and the crumbs ( wipe the table afte you've eaten!) give it away. I am writing now


but the words won't come

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