i was just floating in my room, the sane thing repeating ove r and over in my head, my death, until i heared the door opened, i float throught the floor to find out what it was, i find you, a tall looking man carrying boxes into MY place, i glaring at you, thinking to himself "great, some new just mover in" i hate that you couldn't see my anger, untill you did, noticing me
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