Forty-Three: ALL MINE
I couldn't help but feel sad when I looked at my suitcase. All my things were packed and ready-to-go now. I was about to leave the condo unit tomorrow. And the thought that tonight's going to be my last night here was making me sad. Time surely flies fast. I ran my eyes through the whole place. I was free today so I cleaned the house. I want to leave the place as spotless and as organized as the day I first came here. I looked at the claw machine at the corner of the room. I couldn't help but feel sad on the thought that I only get to play with it probably twice. I was too busy to even notice its existence in the corner. I guess that's how things really were. You wouldn't really notice and appreciate something until it's gone. I went to the machine and started playing with it. I
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