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The boy felt his lips curve into a smile. He knew he was asleep, but for once, he was happy to be dreaming...
“We’ve looked everywhere.” His friend, Sam, shook his dark, curly head. “My parents are going to kill me.” There was a faint catch in his voice. His expression was miserable.
“We’ll find them,” the boy said in a matter-of-fact tone. The knowledge he was sleeping had already slipped from his consciousness. “We always do.”
“Why do they have to keep taking them?” Sam stumbled, his scrawny arms flailing for a moment until he regained his balance by leaning against a nearby wall posted with children’s drawings.
The school hallways were mostly empty. Class had finished for the day more than half an hour ago, and most of the other kids had already rushed home. But Sam had been acc
