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Am I still dreaming?
I obviously have to be, that's the only reasonable explanation, right?
I was having a nightmare. Soon enough I would wake up.
I had to. I felt myself start to tremble.
Nope, it wasn't a dream. Nor a nightmare.
Sitting there in bed, feeling scared to grab my vibrating phone.
It was , Logan? It couldn't be...
NO!! NO!! NO!!
It was impossible. Logan was gone. Dead.
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