Outside, the rain lashes violently against the window panes. The wind screams shrilly through the gaps between them. The signal is raised to an 8. School finishes early so students can return to the security of their homes.
Inside, the tiles gleam green in the fluorescent light. They feel cold like jade against the skin and familiarly comforting on the fingers as they are washed with as much fanfare as possible. With a typhoon hurtling through the small island of Hong Kong and the possibility of being stuck indoors for some time, they begin to play into the long night.
Inside, the tiles gleam green in the fluorescent light. They feel cold like jade against the skin and familiarly comforting on the fingers as they are washed with as much fanfare as possible. With a typhoon hurtling through the small island of Hong Kong and the possibility of being stuck indoors for some time, they begin to play into the long night.
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