27. The Protests
After 4 hours and 34 minutes of sleep, he got out of bed and plodded down the steps, remembering last night. Though he knew that Lyra Cannes had told him that she would be staying awake on the couch for the entire night, he was still astonished to find her there, circles beneath her eyes and now, staring at the TV screen, which was turned on, but muted. "Um, good morning?" he said, finding his mouth stupid since such a questioning phrase wasn't simply correct in the realm of grammar. "Hi," She sighed, sliding down from the couch, then erecting herself on her feet and trudging to the table. She threw a pill into her mouth and sighed. "Another Monday. We're busy," "Um, actually, I have a few other plans. Can I just be exempted for today?" "I guess, but it relies on Thomas' decision. Just g
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