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As I walked into my brother’s room, I was disgusted. The food was not only on his so-called desk, but all over the floor. I don’t know where he got the trays from, but I could only imagine he had taken them from the cafeteria. The cafeteria who was about to start charging students for all the missing trays. The half-eaten food and rotting cheese was starting to stink, but no way could I actually clean it up myself. I was too afraid of what else I would find. That was until the floor started moving. That’s when I fainted.
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2 responses to “The Bedroom”
Yikes. What’s on the floor? Sounds like anything’s possible in that bedroom.
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At least he created life
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