While the rest of the house is painted in varying shades of whites, creams, and grays, decorated by a boring-ass interior decorator, my room is the complete opposite. The walls are painted a deep crimson, and my furniture is made from dark, rustic wood. The comforter on my queen-sized bed is black with a big, furry leopard blanket thrown on top of it. The walk-in closet is half-empty, much to Deanna’s dismay. No expensive decorations adorning the walls, no fancy chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Just some pictures of Eric and my friends, along with a few rock band posters I never got around
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