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Merrill seemed to be looking at a painting they had in the living room. She did not recall it being that way yesterday, but maybe, just maybe she had not been paying attention that much to it before. One never knew. She blinked and took a sip of her tea. Around her, her roommate was just running around trying to scramble clothes to wear.
"I told you to invest in a way to have your clothes somewhere ... a wardrobe, hanger rack, a dresser, I do not think the sofa should have that many of your bras." she comments and then giggles to herself as she hears something.
She blinks again and looks back at the painting. "I think I need to bring that painting back to the museum..." she realizes. It's been cleaned for months. The signature at the bottom does show that it really should get back to the museum.
"Also I was wondering if we can go to the ...oh sorry.." she moves from the stool and gives her a t-shirt. " to the mall and ..." Merrill pursed her lips. "Can you just stop moving, it's distracting me, Patricia, Robert and Steve.All of us really. "
