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With the sun coming up in only a few hours, I can't wait to crawl into bed and shut my eyes. I have my first competition with the math club this evening, and I'm skipping class so I'll have at least two brain cells to rub together while I'm there. My brain is fried, my body thoroughly worn out. All four women on Vage's ship made sure of that, though Vage wouldn't let me have any of her milk. And after the battle with the twins, my head feels as though the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man has taken up permanent residence inside it, stomping around and pressing against the inside of my skull.
Not wanting to awaken my roommate, I creep through the main room as quietly as possible and, this time, make absolutely sure I go left to get into my room. The memory of walking the wrong direction before is still fresh in my mind. My door gives a slight, familiar creak as I open it and slip through, wincing at the sound and pausing to listen for movement in the apartment.
