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Aria pushed through the door and dropped her largest bag. The new room was, although unfamiliar, somehow satisfying. The walls were a lovely blue color and the bed was noticeably larger. She looked through the window. The view had changed quite a bit, as well.
She stepped over the enlarged duffel bag and set the other two down on the bed, where they sunk in gratefully. She made a small circle around the room, shutting the door and retrieving the oversized luggage from the floor, then returned to begin unpacking.
The first thing she pulled from her bag was a clock, and it began ticking normally as soon as she set it on the bedside table. It ticked and ticked as she traveled back and forth from the bags on the bed to the closet to hang something. After what seemed like hours, but the clock revealed to be about ten minutes, she stood back to admire her work. The closet was almost overflowing. On one side hung a collection of grungy tee shirts with random designs, some torn, and on the other were her few formal outfits: two dresses and one fancy top. The drawer below it held several pairs of jeans and two of similarly sophisticated slacks.
Although the room was comfortable, she knew, it would never feel like home, and seeing her clothes nearly pouring from the closet brought back memories she would have rather kept suppressed, at least for the time being.
As a small flashback overwhelmed her, she coughed, and several hangers dislodged themselves from the hodgepodge and fell to the floor.
She sighed and pushed the thought from the back of her mind, replaced the hangers, and left, locking the door behind her.
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