Invisible Prison
Chapter 63 "My eyes looked like they were stung by a bee," I asserted, teasing myself, and Celine, who had it worse than me, laughed, forming the swollen hers more. I simpered. "Can you attend your errands today?" she asked, entering the bathroom. Water gushed down into the sink. I lay on the bed again, resting my head and arms on Celine's pillow, and the same shampoo we both use reminded me of the kids who reigned the unit filled with filth. Not literally filthy, but the place was entirely engaged with adults and s*x. "I don't feel like doing anything," I mumbled, listening to the flowing liquid, creak of the bathroom cabinet, and small thuds Celine created in the area. My eyes were on the outside of the window, looking at the trees and tall buildings which were built in the structural
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