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| He couldn't fall back asleep. The first he remembered thinking about was an old cabin. It was now his, but wasn't always. It was cursed, or rather, it held cursed objects. The objects were letters or maybe books. They had to be destroyed. The thought was terrifying. |
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| Then, all he could think about was learning how to skateboard. What type of clothing should he wear? Would it be a good idea to wear pads? Would they be comfortable? Do other skateboarders wear them? It was quite a moment of regression. |
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| Eventually, he left bed. It would still be a few hours until the sun came up. |
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