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Alarm September 03, 2002, 8:01 a.m. I looked at the clock, and a second later I screamed, then sat bolt upright in my bed. It was exactly the way first-day-of-school nightmares begin. That thought was comforting - It's just a dream, I told myself. I never have first-day-of-school nightmares, though, and I noticed Ami was also sitting up, looking at me with a bleary-eyed curiosity. I checked the clock again, decided I was not dreaming, and fell out of bed in a panic. I'd so carefully set my alarm for seven to allow me lots of time to prepare for my eight-thirty class. I'd so carefully set my alarm, but utterly forgotten to turn it on. The green numbers now glowed 7:54. Somehow it is now less than ten minutes later and I am sitting calmly, dressed, with my Moomintroll mug full of Darjeeling. I suppose I'm more capable than I give myself credit for.
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