Nathan entered the mysterious, candLELit hallway—so His soLELess feet aching from his tiring journey. For someone so posh, Nathan felt disgusted at his styLELess attire, yet he carried on walking. It was then that the faint strumming of a ukeLELe stopped Nathan in his tracks. His mind raced, a cold sweat trickled down the side of his face as he bolted towards the tropical rhythm—his footsteps becoming paraLELled to the tempo. Peering into the distance, he saw nothing but the darkness engulf him, soLELy the candles behind him pleading him to retreat. But as he proceeded further into the haunting darkness, the source of the ukeLELe music became loud and clear. Nathan let out a great HalLELujah as he finally found a bathroom.
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The conflict of the story is that Nathan had to piss.