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2024-10-29 19:42:56No one wanted to sleep alone in their own quarters. Earlier, all of the girls just started entering my room with their own pillows and blankets, and then they looked for their own spot on my dense room. Agnes and Fatma were on the floor, while Abigail and Edith were on the bed with me.
There was not enough room on the bed, so I only half laid with pillows on my back. Each of the girls were now looking for a comfortable sleeping position.
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