AZALEA'S POV
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I slowly shut the door, the hinges creaking lightly. I wince at the sudden noise in the quiet. Mom already went to bed, not that I think she's sleeping, and I still have to do payments for the businesses in the pack. I have a due date, and a long night's work ahead of me. I stride into my father's study, and for the first time today, my eyes flit over the walls. The paint near the windows are cracked, and soon they'll be peeling too.
It's been the same dark green color my entire life, and even though the brown furniture in here suits the color well, I can't help but feel the need to change the color of the walls.
I open the laptop, and pull the pile of invoices closer before starting to do the payments. It isn't any different from what I did at the Nythming pack.
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