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19. Onesie

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As I walk through the front door, the overpowering stench of disarray hits me like a brick wall.

My eyes dart around the living room, taking in the chaos before me. Toys litter the floor like a miniature warzone, slippers and clothes thrown haphazardly in every direction. It’s like a tornado touched down right in the middle of my home.

And to top it all off, some girl’s voice is screeching from down the hall about “best of both worlds.” Is that even music? It sounds like a cat being strangled.

I groan in frustration as I realize that there isn’t a single staff member in sight to clean up this disaster zone. I mean, what am I even paying them for if not to keep my home impeccably clean? Mess and untidiness surely don’t help in soothing my already grumpy mood. It’s like nothing is happening according to the plan--what plan, you ask? Don’t even get me started.

And that’s probably the reason why I clench my fist so tight that my knuckles turn white, toss the laptop bag away with
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