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You open your eyes again to a cluttered room, filled with stuffed animals, small toys, and neatly folded clothing. The surface of the desk closest to you is covered in dust. You turn to the left and right, taking in the space, and you realize that while it's your room, it doesn't feel like you've lived in it for a very long time. It's too much for you to think about, and your head begins to pound.