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it were her own.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to maintain composure. “This is my room.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take very good care of your things. Look, I even organized your clothes in bags so they don’t wrinkle.”
My dresses, my blouses, my shoes—all my personal belongings stuffed into plastic bags like items destined for donation.
Two unknown boys were continue reading …
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