Every day, I put it off, I said I'd do it tomorrow. One day, I came to the realization that my favorite shoes were missing, and to top things off, there was a smell coming from my room, and not a pleasant one at that. This chain of events led me to the conclusion that cleaning my room was necessary. One early Saturday morning, I bucked up and rose to the occaision.
With plastic yellow gloves and a surgical mask, I worked my way through the piles of my possessions. Luckily, I came across my shoes and I located the disgusting smell. Cleaning my room turned out to be a very good decision. My mom was even happy with me and stopped bothering me about it.
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