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What the hell am I doing here? She juggled the question continuously in her head, becoming more restless as it manically cycled within her dreary mind. Her obsessive thoughts only fed the confusion that stalked within her, and she became more frustrated as time went by. She began to sporadically pace across the floor, stepping over the sea of dirty clothes, (girls clothes to be exact), that filled the whole room.
Whose clothes are these anyway? she wondered.
Lucky for her, the clothes provided a layer against the molded and diseased carpet floor that hid beneath it,
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All in good time, all in good time.
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