"You want to look through my closet?" I repeated. "Yeah!" Leslie replied, getting up from the couch, "That's where guys keep all of their secrets right?" I tried to think up an good excuse to stop her but ended up with nothing. "Cool!" She exclaimed. "Race you!" Leslie immediately bolted up the stairs leaving me in the dust. By the time I made it up, she was already going through the stuff in my closet.
"Dude, you put your dirty clothes in your closet? Don't you have like a hamper right over there?" Leslie pointed to an empty hamper in the corner of the room. I stuttered, trying to think up an excuse. "Well, its ... far walk ... closet ... " Leslie turns and looks at you exasperated. "Well," she said, "the first thing we're gonna have to do is clean your room cause it's driving me craaazy, starting with these dirty clothes."
"Wait!" I exclaimed. I put your dirty clothes there to cover up stuff I didn't want others to find, like the art commissions I bought of my favorite fictional characters getting tickled, and my journal. I had to stop her picking up those clothes.
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