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𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟭𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟲 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, the five of us have been crammed into the same small motel room, suffocated by the lack of space and privacy. The air seemed heavier with each passing hour, and the walls closed in like a cage. Every little thing became a source of irritation. Someone would touch someone else's things or finish off the last slice of pie without asking. It didn't take long for the tension to boil over into sharp words and cold silences. We are all too stubborn and too tired to let things slide.
Dean and Isaac's habits only made things worse. Dean had this uncanny ability to scatter his clothes everywhere, as if marking his territory. Isaac, on the other hand, would lose track of his belongings, spending hours grumbling and turning the room upside down to find them. To top it off, his stash of magazines was sprawled across every flat surface, making it impossible to keep the room tidy. Sam and John were the exact opposite, folding their clothes neatly and lining up their toiletries like soldiers in formation. The contrast was as ridiculous as it was frustrating, and I found myself caught between the chaos and the order, wishing for some middle ground.
