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When I woke up the next morning, I was laying in bed, still in grandpa’s room, my head on a pillow, covered by blankets. I was still dressed in the same dress as yesterday. But, with all the wrinkles and tears it had, it was unusable. I wondered how I would go to the dorm. I stood up. It was past sunrise, the room was brightly lit. It's rare for me to wake up so late, but I guess I was quite tired. I checked the bed. The photo wasn't there. I guess he remembered what I told him last night. My brothers didn't tend to remember the things I told them when their magic was out of control, but they were kids — and he was not.
I made myself as decent as I could, after having slept in the dress. I put it back on after bathing. My elaborate hairdo was a mess; disentangling it was a pain. I too
