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In deference to her throbbing head, April moved very slowly as she slid off of the bed. First order of business was to find her clothes and hopefully her weapon before whoever was in the shower finished their morning ablutions.
The strangeness of the morning continued when she opened the closet. She found stylish designer clothing of her size hanging neatly as well as coordinating shoes placed on a shoe rack, but like the lingerie, none of them were items that she had ever owned. Even the purse she found was one she'd never seen before.