Nights Like These

Nights Like These

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It's November 3rd, so you know what that means! Or do you? Alex knows the drill. Be quiet, don't go out past 5, and keep your shotgun loaded. But she's not prepared for when her Mom goes missing past curfew, and the only thing she left behind were her curlers. Now she has to go find her and make sure that she isn't orphaned. "Just go out, stay hidden, get mom, and come back, right?" Sorry Alex, but you know it's not gonna be that easy. It's called riot night for a reason.
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