"It is," he nodded. "It's my room from when I was a kid. ...Well, a teenager. Before I left home."
The room was tiny, with just enough room for a bed and a dresser. The walls were painted a pale blue, covered in posters of footballers and bands. The bed was unmade, but was covered in books full of Fin's early writings, and an oversized Man City scarf.
"This is so odd," he said, picking up the scarf and holding it tightly. "It's exactly as I remember it."
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"It is," he nodded. "It's my room from when I was a kid. ...Well, a teenager. Before I left home."
The room was tiny, with just enough room for a bed and a dresser. The walls were painted a pale blue, covered in posters of footballers and bands. The bed was unmade, but was covered in books full of Fin's early writings, and an oversized Man City scarf.
"This is so odd," he said, picking up the scarf and holding it tightly. "It's exactly as I remember it."