“Ugh! They’ve got to replace these things,” Alan complained as the lights on the train flickered. For a moment the whole compartment was sunk into darkness and he felt as though a gust of wind had inexplicably rushed through and around him. The light came back on and Alan looked around, but he was still alone.
He felt dazed all of a sudden and shook his head to try to clear the cobwebs that seemed to have sprung up in his brain. He pulled out his phone again to help him pass the time. At first he struggled to click on the screen with his long, painted nails, but then he remembered that he was supposed to use the pads of his fingers, not the tips to be able to type. “Silly me,” he shook his head. His nails extended a fair bit past his fingers and were all painted a deep red. “I really need to get them done soon,” he told himself thinking it perfectly normal to have pretty, manicured nails.
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