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The Dread of My Room
I started noticing damp around a week into the clearing. I assumed at first that it was because of the lack of ventilation caused by the truly daunting amount of stuff crammed into every corner. That was a problem for later once the rooms were empty and I was ready to start preparing and redecorating. Jason's room was easy to fix up. My room was more of an undertaking. I created such a mess while sorting that I slept in my mother's room and have quite managed to move back out. The old boy band posters, stuffed toys and knick-backs added a welcome touch of familiarity to the whole dreadful situation. A quick phone call confirmed my suspicions that he had no intentions