Sunday, January 22, 2012
Thousand: Six Hundred Thirty-Four
in a circle, meet itself. Considering how little different each room is, how similar the complaints of the residents, will she even recognize it if her visits begin to repeat? She entered from a door on the right. Right. There isn’t one visible just ahead, but for every ten doors on the left, one will appear on the right. Maybe it’s time for her to go back to the dormitory. She will get in trouble for losing her jacket, of course. The hair. That would show the overseer she. The hair that’s in the envelope. In the jacket. The girl
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