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Sore. That was what I was feeling. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet, and even if I had tried to do so, I doubted that I would have gotten it right to do so. They felt like they had been glued shut with something. I took a deep breath, trying to brace myself against the pain that I was feeling, but it wasn’t working. No matter what I did, I felt nothing but pain. At first, I didn’t understand why I was feeling the way that I felt. After all, it wasn’t every day that I woke up feeling like death, and the fact that that was what I was feeling now, just didn’t seem right. At least, that was what I found myself thinking until I felt myself colliding with the memory of everything that had happened. If there had been any stumbling block for me to open my eyes, I didn’t feel it, didn’t eve