508 - Tues Morn

[misshargrove]

"I don't like...I don't want...icky...old...from my mother..." Annette was flinging crap out of her closet, tossing it behind her on her bed. She decided to get some spring cleaning done and currently you couldn't see her bed. She had crap all over it cause she had cleaned out her dresser too.

"Uhg, what the hell is that?" She was going to shop for

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[sogothcally]

Cally peered over from her bed. "Cleaning?"

[misshargrove]

"Yeah...there's...stuff..." Annette mumbled from under her bed, in the darkly places towards the back.

[sogothcally]

"Stuff?" Cally said. "What sort of stuff?"

[misshargrove]

"Um, stuff that isn't mine I'm sure of it." Annette threw out a crumpled bag of cheetos and an empty beer bottle. "Not mine!" Then she threw out another beer bottle and a dirty sock.