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 I sat up in bed, my hand automatically moving to the back of my neck to rub it. I stifled a groan: another insomniac night, they were the worst things ever. I normally took sleeping pills to get over it, but I was stupid and had forgotten to get my prescription refilled. So I was living in purgatory, running on about three hours of sleep in the past sixty hours. I was at that stage of exhaustion where your stomach clenches and it feels as if you’re hungry, but if you eat anything you know you’ll hurl. My hair was getting long, I realized. It was poofing out, something I hadn’t expected it to do, but, hey, hair has a mind of