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I disregarded the nauseating odor of Clorox by remembering my task. I ambled numbly following the attendant, observing minuscule gaps in the walls and discolored splotches in the ceiling. Countless years have shepherded me to this expressionless building. Nevertheless I were no stranger. The weak sense of belonging has captured me since my mothers admission. In fact, the town of my youth had always expected I would be the next Lynn to be registered here. My father grew frail because of the mockery. His death was one of the reasons of my return. However the vision has becoming stronger. Every nightfall it comes to me, crowding my dreams. My l