I was in an room which seemed like the attic of the Gay Street House. Since I didn't have a job at the moment, I was thinking of staying there a while. I had already made a bed by spreading out a sheet on the floor. When I found a tea bag, I began to worry someone might think the bag contained marijuana and accuse me of having smoked pot in the attic. If the bag were ever found by the police, they might wrongly accuse me. I wanted to hide the bag under the floor boards of the attic.

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