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Where am I? part 2

The rectangular room you’re in has little in it. An bed in the middle, the light, and door and a counter. Now that your closer to the door you see it’s not just an ordanary door, its an big door. Two people could easily walk threw simultaneously without being crammed together. Just before opening the door you notice an clip board hanging at the left, with a few papers clipped to it. Each paper has neatly laid out boxes. Each box has some small text to the far left and handwriting after. Everything’s blurry and you can’t make out the writing. It looks really sloppy anyway, even if you’re vision was clear its pretty eligible. What’s going on with my vision? Why am I here? Where am I?
The door is hard to open. It opens in. It would make it much easier if it opened out. You could just push it. Why is it so hard to open? Is it because its such an big door? I’m sure my being so week isn’t helping. Why am I so weak? What happened?

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