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When Milo woke that night from a nightmare, he was unusualy calm. It wasn't your usual kind of nightmare though, where the person jolts ups in bed, breathing heavy and eyes scanning the room for the danger they had dreamed of. No, when Milo awoke from his nightmare, he was silent, quietly...

Milo stood infront of a mirror, trying, although in vain, to flatten his hair against his head. He'd gained a case of bedhair and his hair stuck up in almost every direction, water doing nothing to keep it down. When I was just a kid I couldn't wait til I grew up His freckles stood out on his...