There housed my bed and my essentials like my tiny refrigerator, TV, and a bookshelf in the opposite corner. A small trunk holding clothing sat at the foot of my bed—though I didn’t fit in much of it anymore and… that was it. I mean, what more did I need? Yeah, a toilet would be nice, but I could usually climb down a vine and use the broken one hidden in the back downstairs, though Father Frollo gets suspicious if the bucket is too clean. I don’t want to talk about the bucket.
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