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"I am a little more alert than yesterday now anyway. Sleep has helped, so has being roughed up and I don t feel so distraught today. In fact, I feel like yesterday was just one massive dream and the effects are yet to catch up. I trip on my slipper as I maneuver the bright room, table already laid for breakfast, and my mother sat in a robe, bleary-eyed and chipper is gazing at us fondly. Leila has obviously ripped us both out of bed, seeing as it is barely seven a.m." " She threw me on the floor and threatened to break my nose. I immediately point out as she sits at one end of the table, grabbing a croissant and jam as she does so. I know my dad is probably already up and showering for work and we won t be seeing him anytime soon. He takes breakfast with him on the commute to his offi