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I am tapping out on this one. I REALLY wanted to like this, but it is SO damn wordy with EVERY. LITTLE. THING. described to the nth degree.

“Aubrey yawned, marching up the staircase that led to the second-floor. The scent of sad wine clung to her skin and nightshirt like sweat as “Bring Me to Life” echoed in her brain. With her pastel-pink hair wet and tangled from showering, she entered the creaky, humming laundry room, ignoring the rat scurrying by. She transferred her wet clothes from the industrial-sized washer to one of the four dryers. “Fuck,” she cursed when a pair of her panties fell to the floor.Grumpy, she shuffled down the hall, stepped shakily up the staircase to the third-floor, and headed to her bedroom: naked blue walls, sheer cream curtains, and a large old bed with a bookshelf fixed into the headboard”