"Raphael?" I ask as I poke my now damp head through the doorway of his office. "Where do I put my dirty clothes?" Clothes is an overstatement, considering that I only had socks to take off and remove.
"There should be a clothing hamper in your room unless they forgot to put one in there when getting it ready for you," he softly states as he continues his paperwork, the once large stack is now a quarter of its previous size.
“I didn't see one in there,” I state as I try to remember if it was one of the new items they put in there during the short time I went shopping. I only remember the bed, dresser, end tables, and a few art pieces being new in the room, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t one in there. I do tend to miss a lot, but I’ve been trying to pay better attention to things.
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