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At night, he had the same dream again.

When he woke up, his head throbbed painfully.

In the mornings, he went to class.

In the afternoons, he stopped by the library.

After classes, he went to the cafe.

When nighttime neared, he walked home.

Then, he went to sleep.
Then, the cycle repeated.

The pattern only changed when he didn't have classes.

If that was the case, then he usually stayed inside.

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