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One embarrassing elevator ride and hallway sprint later, Amy unlocked her apartment door and hurried inside. She absentmindedly grabbed the piece of paper that was taped to her door before slamming the door shut behind her.

"Finally... home and safe..." she said trying to catch her breath. She dropped her purse, the bag, and the piece of paper on the floor and stumbled into her bedroom, eager to get dressed again. Amy entered her room and walked over to her closet. To her dismay, it still held the same limited wardrobe selection it did earlier. She sighed but began pulling on the denim skirt anyway.

That's when Amy noticed that her window's curtains were wide open. Still topless, she frantically rushed in front of the window and pulled the curtains closed. She let out a big sigh, finally allowing herself to feel safe now that she was away from prying eyes.

"I could've sworn I closed that thing earlier..." she muttered to herself. Shaking her head, Amy pulled on the pink tank top. Her nipples could clearly be seen poking through, but in the comfort of her own apartment, Amy didn't really care.

"Where are the rest of my clothes anyway?!" she asked aloud while examining her closet. Amy checked her whole apartment, desperately hoping to find a big pile of dirty laundry she had forgotten about. But no such luck.

"Well, may as well try to open the dresser then." she muttered. While most of her clothing was usually kept in her closet, her dresser did have plenty of clothing too. Amy grabbed the pry bar out of the plastic bag and noticed the piece of paper again. Amy frowned before picking it up and reading what it said.

'Dear Resident,

Thank you so much for your clothing donation. It will be a great help to those in need! Consider this your receipt. Feel free to contact us for any future donations at this number. Our staff makes it easy to donate! Just mark your items as donations, give us a call, and leave them outside your door!'

Amy was confused for a few moments, before she remembered the big box from her closet earlier.

"Oh no, no, no." Amy said as she rushed back to her room. Just as she feared, the box was nowhere in sight. "Don't tell me like all the clothes in my closet got accidentally donated?!"

A particularly skimpy dress slid off its hanger and fell to the ground at Amy's feet.

"All my regular clothes at least." She hung the dress back up and tried to calm down. "Okay, Amy. It's okay. You've still got everything in your dresser to work with. Just gotta get it open."

Amy's dresser was where she kept her smaller or simpler clothes. It was full of shirts, shorts, socks and underwear. Not a great wardrobe per se, but certainly enough to wear outside.

She gave each drawer another test tug, but once again none of them budged. "Thought so." she confirmed. Then, she readied the newly purchased pry bar and began trying to **** the top drawer open. At first it was barely budging, but after a minute of straining against it, Amy managed to pop the drawer open.

"Alright!" she exclaimed happily. "Just my sock drawer, but its a start!"

It seemed like it was emptier than it usually was, but Amy dismissed that thought and moved on to the next drawer. This one seemed to open almost immediately, much to Amy's confusion. She peered into her shirt drawer and saw only a couple tank tops, but didn't see any of her usual t-shirts. Starting to get a bad feeling, Amy worked on her shorts drawer next. Her pulse quickened as she saw there was only one pair of shorts in the drawer.

"No, I definitely had more than just these in here!" she protested. Dreading what she would find in the final drawer, Amy readied the pry bar once more.