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N was getting ready for a date. He matched with a girl next door type. In the pic that made him want, she wore a tank top and her hair short. Seemed like an old picture, but N didn’t care.

After taking a shower, N rooted around for a good shirt. He found on but it was missing a button. He decided against wearing it, but remembered that he saw the button the other day behind the dresser against the molding. He thought he didn’t have time to repair it as he had to drive downtown, but that he would find the button anyway just so he wouldn’t think about finding it.

He moved an end table and leaned down to retrieve the button but to his dismay the molding was slightly discolored and moist. In fact as he pulled the dresser away and used his phone, he could see that the damage was far more extensive.