You Aren’t Going Anywhere

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*Evelyn* After finally showering and pulling back on my dirty clothes from yesterday, I ran a brush through my long hair and somewhat resembled a decent human being again. As much as I wanted to just leave for work, I was hungry.. and the offer for food was too much to resist. I made my way out of my room, my eyes lingering on the ornate pictures in the house as I wandered my way downstairs, trying my hardest not to get lost. The house really was a maze, at least to me— it seemed way too big and way too empty as I ducked my head into a few rooms off of the grand kitchen, trying to find the dining room. After my third failed attempt to find it, I ran into a busy woman with flyaway grey hair. She appeared to be in her mid forties, with strong, crinkled green eyes and an air about her th

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