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seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2019-11-18 07:49 am
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2019-11-18 07:49 am
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Room 210- Monday morning
In a way, the weekend had been a good thing in that Sabine didn't have time to start kicking herself over whether she should have left on Thursday or not. (She'd get there.) It also meant that she was spending this morning trying to clean up the damage she'd caused when she was five.
She didn't mind the artwork, actually. There'd been a few crude animals painted on the walls, which wasn't terrible work for that age, and there were handprints on quite a few things. That was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was that there had been paint spills, markers left uncapped, at least one brush had been used so hard it was basically ruined.
"Where's the respect?" Sabine sighed, starting the cleanup.
[Open door, open post!]
She didn't mind the artwork, actually. There'd been a few crude animals painted on the walls, which wasn't terrible work for that age, and there were handprints on quite a few things. That was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was that there had been paint spills, markers left uncapped, at least one brush had been used so hard it was basically ruined.
"Where's the respect?" Sabine sighed, starting the cleanup.
[Open door, open post!]