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Ulin was sitting in one of the rows of seats with a frown on her face. This room was dark, it smelled like feet and it was far too cold. It reminded her of her little brother's basement room where he would spend hours gaming. It was a mix of nostalgia and disgust that she was feeling. Nostalgia because the time she spent with her mentally challenged brother was spent in that room playing video games with him. Disgusted because she knew this smell was nothing like smelling just her brother's body odor, it was far worse because it was a bunch of different people's combined unhygienic practices.