y. I missed my dog that slept on my bed and kept my legs warm at night. I missed my mother and her sweet voice. I missed my sister, who although is miles away, seemed now farther than before. I wanted this all to be a bad dream. But that was wishful thinking. I counted the seconds before the spiky haired guy came in with whatever breakfast is stored for me.
             "Good morning Doll Face!" he said, pushing the door with his leg. I gave out a week smile. There was something about his expressions that made me feel comfortable.
             "Still can't remember a thing, huh?" he asked. I nodded. I felt too weak to talk. Maybe it was the lump in my throat, maybe it was my dry mouth.
             "I can't make Waffles, that's Katie's job-"
             "The point is, I hope you like pancakes!" he sho
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