Sunday, June 19, 2011

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The walls were beginning to close in. The books and piles of folders loomed. Scraps of paper were stuffed and taped in any available space. Dust and crumbs and the occasional dessicated insect littered surfaces. Even the back of the faded red sofa was dusty. Balls of cat hair tumbled under tables, gathering more and more until they caught on the edge of a throw rug or under the long drapes.

Lauren had once wondered how anyone could go more than two days without a shower, but she eventually found that five was her magic number. After five, she started to itch.

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