After returning home, she's brushing her teeth, and she catches a glimpse of that closet door in the mirror. She looks away. "No, I can't," she says to herself, "it's just too degrading."
I have to ask... was it one of those electric toothbrushes? If so, that would explain what made her eyes wander to the closet yet again.
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