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Clothes and the contents of the school backpack scattered the floor, a pile of tissues filled the trash can, almost falling to the ground. A groan escapes the lips of the sleeping beauty, her short dark hair blocked most of her face. She reaches over and grabs some tissues, blowing her nose of the ickiness of her cold.

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