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You wake early, tossing and turning in a strange home and mindful not to miss the alarm from the next room. When at last it is time, you go in to find a mad mess of hair and a wondrous smile waiting; she giggles through the rest of the morning and you don't remember to be tired. It rains without end, a prince gets married, you are left to your own devices and they look so much like demons from where you're standing, they eat you from inside.

You tie your laces and wait for a break in the downpour. Know even with all this practice you still can't outrun yourself.