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I guard the entrance to my room like Cerberus. Because if I didn’t it would become my mom’s lair. She repainted my floor blue the other day. Just like that. Without warning. I came home and my bedroom was completely made over, all Dé&Co. She thought she’d make me happy by choosing the color of the floor I walk on. By imposing her structure on me. I’d like to relocate my bedroom but I’m stuck, confined to the floor of my house which my mom redecorates every month. Little by little my house is eating my bedroom, swallowing it and devouring me. •

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