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Roommates
That evening, in our room, we sit on our beds and talk, as if we haven’t been chatting all day. It took forever to finish all of the cleaning we had assigned to us, but it was fun working with Mim. We had a quick dinner in the servants’ dining hall, which is a small room near the kitchen, and then we came up here. Each of us took a quick shower to wash off the dust and grime, and now I am wearing a T-shirt and shorts, sitting on a mattress almost as soft as the one from my old home, and Mim sits across from me, wearing a nice pair of satin pajamas in a shade of pink that makes her hair look slightly pink as well somehow.
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