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Ruined

GINGER

Shit, shit shit!

Where can I hide?

Laundry cart, Ginger! Now!

Climbing inside the nearest cart, I dropped to my knees as quietly as possible, burying myself in a pile of dirty linens and gagging when the soiled stench of them hit my nostrils.

Is that piss? Do I smell piss?

*Oh God...

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