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Ding! Ding! Ding...! A ringtone woke me up! It was the wake-up call. My consciousness stirred, and I began the mental struggle of getting up. It felt so good to lie in bed, but getting up was a must. Finally, I took the first step—pushing my eyelids open with all my might. They felt heavy as lead. My vision gradually cleared as I opened them. I saw Jack and the others, languidly rising from their beds. Sitting in bed, deep in sleep, forced awake always leaves one feeling like they hadn't finished their sleep. Habitually, I drowsily stretched my feet to the floor, stomping left and right, searching for my slippers. I slipped them on, dragging my lazy body to the restroom. Each dormitory had its own bathroom, and the accommodations at Indruid College were quite good. After using the toilet,
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