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Remind me to never drink again.” Kim groans from behind the wheel of her car. She cursed me all ways to Sunday when I woke her up this morning. She only appears a bit human because I gave her Advil and Kirian helped me in preparing her hot soup for breakfast. If it weren’t for Kir’s school, she might’ve never left the house. Her hair is in a messy bun atop her head and her uniform is barely in order. I’m not in any better shape either. Sleep has eluded me most of the night — I chased it away by drinking a gallon of coffee. The thought of a nightmare terrified me. I don’t sleep after visions as Dr Khan calls them. Visions. As if I’m psychic or something. They were memories, not visions. To chase them away, I studied, re-read the Art of War by Sun Tzu and I might have spied on Xander’s house from Kim’s balcony. Aiden spent the night there — since his car remained in the driveway. I hoped Xander’s parents were home to prevent any murder plots between Elites’ strikers. I dozed off after da