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We were working in a donated room, and the teacher there was rather picky about their being no sign of our existence. She let us shove stuff in her closet, but if she saw anything in her room, she would let us know (she yelled at me for at least 15 minutes because she found an aluminum shaving on her floor). This means that every day we had to unpack all of our stuff from the closet, and then every night we"d have to shove everything back into a box and get it back into the closet some how....not fun...
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