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AB5: A Friend but Foe
I finally woke up.
I gasped for air and jolted awake until my body half rose from where I lay. I gasped, plopped down on the pillow again and closed my eyes for a moment. My head was so dizzy, like it was spinning.I was starting to feel like I was going crazy.All the flashbacks I have had just now have completely drained my sanity. Why should I experience someone else's experience? Not only did I witness memories like before, but also I actually experienced them; their every thought and deed, every detail I should not have known.Why?All of this brought me to a thought that I quickly pushed aside. I do not need to think about it anymore if it will only make my brain hurt.I opened my eyes and watched the roof of the room I was sleeping in. The roof looks like it is not the roof of a house, but… I woke up suddenly and my vision suddenly darkened. I closed my eyes again for a while before finally opening them again.I have déjà vu. I got out of bed slowly and lRelated chapters
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