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They had the coolest pattern on the walls in that tiny room under the stairs. There was the gentle scent of mint and vanilla wafting from a potpourri dish on the counter, and a strangely-placed roll of delicate paper next to the throne I was seated upon. All I know is that I awoke seated haphazardly and partially slipping off onto the floor... GOD what a night! Hey!... what the hell happened to my left eyebrow!? |