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29. Knock, Knock, Knocking on Kellan's Door.
I wake frustrated, and moping. I wanted those keys! Why the Hell couldn't I just stay awake? It's that tea. It has to be that tea. Something is up with it. Tonight, I will refuse that tea. I shiver as I recall how valiantly I fought for remain awake and how unnaturally strong the urge to sleep was.
Creature rests by the bed and Kellan rests behind me. His limbs have me trapped, much like how a spider clutches it's prey with it's legs. I worry about how my brazen acts will impact today's events. I also worry about the ever ringing cellphone. I know it is the one theater he switched my things over too after destroying mine in his rage. I want to reach it so badly. Or those keys. I know better than try to get up now. As soon as I move, he will bolt up after me. I take advantage of the moment to think about the keys, and prepare for the day. Tod
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