The dreams were back.
Dreams of TheEND, flying through the sky, finally whole again. Dreams with flashes of purple light and Coralians screaming in her brain as she ripped them apart. Dominic falling from the sky. Images of Dr. Deckard, with light reflecting off his glasses. Other girls. Dewey. Always Dewey.
Her head hurt. Anemone threw open
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There was not snickering with that command.
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