Halima wouldn't go to school in her pajamas, so you open the dresser. After a few minuts of searching, you find a fairly respectable clothing combination of jeans and a light blue blouse. You try to focus on the window while changing for modesty's sake, but that was pretty hard, and you were going to see something eventually. So you head out of your room and see what you supposed was your mother, a slight, black haired lady. She said good morning in the language you strangely understood, and you found yourself able to repeat it back at her. "I guess if Halima knws how to do something, I do too..." you think. Then you find Halima, or rather, you, need to use the restroom. Do you...?
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