That Damned Orphanage

Dreamed on 2013.07.02.0910

Returning to that damned orphanage one last time, but I know I must still follow all the rules.

I'm late returning for the big clean, so they make everyone wait for me, but I am good at what I do and I have a system. Though known for my disobedience and rebellion I work fast and soon have everything up to standard -- it's poor and sloppy where I know they won't check, but in other places even the pieces of hay that make up the floor are aligned with each other.

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