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Peter sighed. He must’ve messed up. He headed home solumnly.

Mark kicked off his pants and pulled down his sheets. He threw them into a pile to wash in the corner of his room. Now, he changed his pants and underwear.

Danielle huffed, scanning around this familiar area. She didn’t know where she was going.