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It was a heavy, rhythmic breathing that woke Schwarz up- not that he wanted to. He scrunched his eyes closed, trying desperately to shield himself from the encroaching morning glow while he rolls over to block it out entirely. Only to find a surprising lack of bed... or anything, really. Schwarz's reflexes kick in, forcing his arms and legs out to catch his fall. Or they would, if not for the knit quilt wrapped around him. Well, crap, Schwarz sighs, the hard earth slamming into him as 180 pounds of warrior become one with the floor. This was why he doesn't sleep with a blanket. For a moment Schwarz considered ignoring the pain- simply going back to sleep right there- but the breathing that woke him up originally puts an end to that notion. Ugh... Wearily blinking his eyes open, Sch
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