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**CAMILLA RENÉE**
TUESDAY MORNING.
It's a Tuesday morning.
I woke up sad and dejected.
A literal frown was etched along the lines of my face, my lips were turned down, and the urge to get out of bed just wasn't there.
After the little encounter, I had dragged my stupid ass to bed.
Falling asleep after much-needed turning and tossing, laying numerous curses on Dylan Emerton.
Now I'm just bleak. Sad. Tired. Hurt. Angry.
All at once. Weird?
That doesn't even sum it all quite.
Aside from all of that, I had a bad dream.
I've had bad dreams from the fire, my parents finding out then casting me out.
Those were normal.
This however was about a different subject. A delicate one. One I had chained and kept locked thre
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