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sitting in an empty roon. yet it doesnt seem quite as empty as the others that have the same amount of things in them. funnt how our little identicle cubes we have callled home all year take on a life of their own; enough to be called our own, enough to look distinctly different from one another. it may be the traces of us that's left.... peanut butter, a mango, lighters, and a volleyball.