So this is my room, Room 93. I think someone at the room registration really loves me, because the room I had before this one was 84. (All mathematicians understand me…)
You can see my bed, my seats and the flowers my mom brought me, the view from my window, and the corridor outside my room. Before you ask, no I can’t open my window. And yes, that is my panty in the seat, I was simply too lazy to put it away.
Just so you know.
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