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She just took one of the hands and let herself be led into the sanctimonious room. It wasn’t her first time in Hazel’s room, though that was before the app. Not much had changed, yet everything seemed different. A nest of pillows and mattresses replaced the bed at the centre. Littered throughout were strange, murky balls tinted pink and blue, all ranging between the size of medicine balls and small beanbags. They looked like condoms.

One sniff confirmed her suspicions.

“Sorry about the mess,” Right-Hazel said, “Gotta empty the girls every morning and sometimes it’s just…”

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