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[tyler_vamped]

There was a bed. There was a bed, and there was a Tyler on it, longing for the days when insomnia was his biggest problem. Around him, town hall was full of sleeping people. Sometimes Tyler slipped into unconsciousness and swam with them, dreaming of blood and killing and hunting

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Mister Durden?" Francine hurried over with her notebook as soon as she reached the town hall, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep already. They needed to get things out to as many of the people still awake as possible, this the other people scurrying around with similar sheets of paper in their hands. "Are you still awake?"

[tyler_back]

"Are you a student?" Tyler asked. "Do I have a beard? Have I tried to kill anybody you know lately?"

Just say yes, Tyler. It'll be shorter.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Yes, yes it's hot, not that I know of?"

[tyler_back]

More thought. "Then I'm probably awake."

Which was good. See, he could even smile about it.

"What's up, are you on candystriper duty for the day?"