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I don’t even know how I’m still alive.
My whole room looked like a tornado had danced through it, and I was the only survivor left trying to make sense of the disaster. I was running around, screaming like a maniac, and I didn’t even notice when I threw all the clothes I had been arranging straight onto the floor like an angry clown.
"NO. No, no, no, no. What the actual fuck," I shouted, staring at the clothes now scattered all over the place like trash in a dump. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀� ...
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