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I sat perched in the magenta chair like a robin on a feeble branch. Every second could be one of sudden danger and fear. The chairs around me were not magenta, no, they had their own shades of ebony and sepia and olive. The ceiling was many shades of browns and greys: the cracks and holes were darkened by the absence of light while the matte finish of the styrofoam-esque squares gave the room a retro feeling. These were the same ceiling tiles that were in my best friend’s basement. Except those were marred with holes of pencil stabbings.&nbs...
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