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(Christian) Eli walked beside me, still humming the same random tune. He swung his arms like he didn’t have a care in the world, and it made me smile a little. He looked over at me. “Hey,” he said, nudging me with his elbow, “wanna see the art room? It’s not locked this late, and there’s some cool stuff in there.” I nodded. “Sure.” “Cool! I’ll show you around. I know all the good spots,” he said, grinning. We kept walking, cutting across the path near the side of the building. He talked the whole way, mostly about the campus. I didn’t really catch all of it. My head started to feel full again, like it had earlier, back in my room. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t the dream or the sketchbook. It was this weird feeling—like someone was watching me. I stopped for half a second
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