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The Glory of the Garbage TerminatorVR360
The living room has turned into a chaotic battlefield.the snack packaging bags are scattered all over the coffee table and sofa gaps like rebel . potato chip crumbs have formed stubborn strongholds on the carpet. three socks of different patterns - one curled up under the tv cabinet, one placed along the edge of the potted plant, and the other hanging on the chain of the chandelier - seem to be mocking the order of the space. t-shirts and jeans that are wrinkled into balls are piled up like mountains, emitting a lazy atmosphere. the comb got stuck deep in the sofa cushion, with several strands of broken hair entangled in its teeth, witnessing countless hurried mornings. the beverage bottles were in various positions: the mineral water bottle rolled to the corner and was exposed to the setting sun on the windowsill, while the water stains remaining on the bottle wall had turned into patches. the second round was against the textile corps. the socks were rolled up, the clothes were sorted and folded, the wrinkled hills were flattened, revealing the smooth surface of the original wooden floor. the comb was rescued from the depths of the sofa, after its tangled hair was cleaned, it finally returned to the ceramic jar in front of the bathroom mirror. the final targeted the array of plastic bottles. as the bottle caps were unscrewed, the remaining liquid dripped into the sink, and when the bottles were flattened, they made a sharp, mournful sound. the bottles were compressed into a small bundle and were all stuffed into the garbage bag together. when the final garbage bag was tied up, the setting sun was filtering through the cleaned glass windows, filling the living room with clean air. the empty floor reflected the warm light, as if it had never been colonized by chaos. with an unyielding determination, i discarded the garbage bag.
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