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Late Eight
By Systematic I woke up early with Sandy still in my arms. He was holding me very tightly, and he’s a sound sleeper. We must have drifted off without remembering that he wasn’t supposed to sleep in here – but the only one who would notice would be Red, and she already suspected. Even if I couldn’t convince her that we hadn’t been up playing video games all night, she wouldn’t spill. So I relaxed. Our Saturday morning was lazy, and Sandy and I went to school together. I had practice, and he...