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Dreamer
C didn't sleep the night before. He was afraid of having the nightmare again, or a worse variation of it, and had spent the night listening to conversations going on outside and then when everyone had gone to sleep, fighting off exhaustion. He knew that what he was doing wasn't healthy and wasn't the right way to deal with this, but he wasn't in the mood to care. At dawn, he had made his way downstairs and sat in a corner by himself in the breakfast area, where he planned to wait until everyone else was ready to go. He'd ordered coffee, and was currently on his second cup. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he drank it anyway.
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