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Day-Walker

I was getting pretty tired. I wasn’t even sure why the hell I has dancing like this. It was even more tiring.

In a few minutes, we stopped and I realized something:

Where’s Derek?

I asked the same question to Helena, who just shrugged nonchalantly. I responded her shrug with an identical gesture.

We went back into my room. I put on one of my favorite bands, Nine Inch Nails, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through my small window.

“Morning already?” Helena finally said through a mouthful of chocolate.

“Yep.” I responded. “You need to be somewhere?”

She shook her head. “I’m a day-walker anyway.” She said quietly.

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