Frustrated, Kiri sat up and flipped her lamp on, blinking in the sudden brightness. She leaned over the edge of her bed, reaching for her puzzle book. It was the only thing that could get her to sleep on such a restless night. As she grasped the book in her hand, she noticed that her photo album had fallen off the shelf. It lay open on the floor. Kiri squinted, trying to see which picture was revealed.
There it was again, that face. But seeing it dimly in a picture was not painful at all. She smiled at it as she pulled her torso back into her bed, but she didn't dwell on the image. She flipped randomly to a page in her book and began to work, hoping mental exhaustion would soon claim her.
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