He hadn't stolen anyone else's pillow during the night, but Nate's pillow had been summarily pulled over his face somewhere during the night. His other hand was flung somewhere over the edge of the bed, fingers touching the floor
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It was true. He would always be rejected by everyone and everything simply because they could never understand his plight, nor his duty. Sometimes, there were lies you had to tell just to survive
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His coat was bundled firmly around him, he was armed, his backpack packed with food, and his direction was set. His direction had been set for several days now, but this was the day he'd finally found the time to steal out here
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