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Here's today's video.

Now finish this story:

I sneak into the nurse’s office convinced there’s a blanket I can use. No one's there. I hear a click and turn to see Sara entering behind me. She doesn't say anything. Neither do I. Her eyes are strange and beautiful. She asks what I'm doing and I tell her. We search together and find a thick sheet and wander back to the common room. We creep around the mass of sleeping students and huddle down in front, close to the sliding glass doors. Outside, from the balcony, the vast and soundless night looks in.

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Dear Frankie, So here we go. A letter a week, as promised. The train ride here wasn't that bad. Mr. Ionescu has set me up in a neat little room on the second floor. It's night now and I can see the neighboring town from the window. It's just a small patch of twinkling lights. Tomorrow I start tutoring and we'll see how that goes. It's his nephew, actually, not his son. I saw him for a minute or two before he went to bed. He's a small nervous boy. But his grip felt so strong when we shook hands! Anyway, it's been a long day and I should go to sleep. Mr. Ionescu said staying up late wasn't a good idea for "someone like me." Whatever that means! I'll write again on Sunday. Love, Emily