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"OneNightAtAParty.100words"

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The handle jiggles--no magic. Behind you, the doorknob jiggle-echoes.

Biting your tongue--what does one say, smell surely leaking down under the door--

Lifting, porcelain scrapes on porcelain; you grunt to cover the sound.

The chain is wrapped around the lever, dangling.

Roll up your sleeve. Plunge your hand into the murky, ostensibly sanitary water. It is cold.

Grasping the nipple of the rubber seal, you pull it up; water chases gravity, leaving cold residue on your arm. Your deposit swirls away. Thank god, your deposit swirls away.

Replace the lid. Lower the seat. Turn the hot water faucet.

Nothing comes.