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This unbearable shack has a foul, stinking smell that would drive off any vistors. The shack is covered in clutter that dangerously moves with any hint of force. The cool breeze rustles the fallen splinters and clutter among the shack and it echoes throughout the room. The open lockers swing freely about on their uneven, rusty hinges. The stinking smell of decaying wood intoxicates the air. Rust coats the tin walls and makes the tiny shack move with every gust of wind.

The wrecked, messy room is covered in clutter. The cool breeze rustles the splinters and it echoes throughout the room. The open lockers swing freely about on their uneven, rusty hinges. The stinking smell of rotten wood intoxicates the air. Rust coats the tin walls and makes the tiny shack move with every gust of wind.