By the time the sun was up, the hostel came alive again.Doors slammed, kettles whistled, someone in Block C was shouting about a missing charger—just the usual Monday chaos.Mope and the girls came back early, dragging their bags and their half-finished stories with them. Their makeup from the night before had become smudges, but their energy was louder than ever.They pushed into the room Felicity shared with them, still laughing from whatever gossip they’d been holding on to since dawn.“Felicity!” Bisola called dramatically, dropping onto her bed. “You missed the craziest night ever.”“That party was mad,” Mope added, flinging her wig onto her pillow. “Actual madness. People were outside, inside, hanging from windows—everything.”Anjola burst into laughter. “And tell her how Charity disappeared. Abeg, tell her!”Felicity sat up, tightening her satin bonnet. “What happened?”“Oh!” Bisola slapped her thigh. “Your roommate left us like wind. One minute she was dancing, the next—‘I ha
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