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Safe thoughts
(Christian) I sat there for a while, staring at the sketchbook. My hands had stopped shaking, but that dream still stayed with me. I didn’t know what to make of it, and honestly, I didn’t want to think about it anymore. My head was too full. I needed to get out of the room. I grabbed a hoodie, tugged it over my head, and slid on my sneakers. The rain had stopped. The silence left behind felt too loud. I slipped out and shut the door quietly behind me. The hallway was empty. I kept walking, letting my feet take me wherever they wanted. I didn’t have a plan. I just didn’t want to be still. Outside, the air smelled fresh. Everything felt new and raw and real. I liked that. I liked being somewhere no one knew me. I liked not having anyone watching my every move. I wandered around for a whi
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