Chapter 3- Packing

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The next morning I woke up, covered in sweat, my heart beating. I had gotten to sleep at 11pm last night, I couldn't get to sleep, there were too many thoughts floating around my mind.

I checked the time. 5am. I sighed. I knew I wasn't going to get back to sleep now. I may as well start packing for the plane trip and get it over and done with.

I look around the messy room at all my clothes strewn across the floor. The camera and tripod was balanced precariously on a stack of books. I knew that would be hard to get down without a problem. Then there were all the little items that I couldn't leave behind. My earphones, charger, hair brush, toothbrush and toothpaste...

Great. This might take a while..

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