Room 407, Friday

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Sam stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by open boxes and garbage bags, some of which were full. Her hands were on her hips and she blew a stray hair out of her eyes, reminding her that she needed to find someone to cut it for her.

Packing first, though, since she wanted to be moved downstairs before Monday. She pulled another box over on the floor and filled it with textbooks, working quickly.

[ooc: The door is open.]