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> Let out a shaky breath, shake your head at them all, and leave without a word:
What a mess!
You clutch your woefully unused tote bag to your chest and duck your head against the steady drizzle. When you get back to your room Hathorel looks up from his textbook and clocks your bad mood immediately. He’s a great friend, and listens to you rant and rave about your weird-ass day like a champ.
You fall asleep with the wish to somehow redo the past day.