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And then he awoke. A bed too familiar, a cold non-existent and the monotonous sound of the alarm. Stopped dreaming entire days walking and bargaining in English. He woke up cold in the feet and ears frozen. And in the dark room, with blankets warm in and the sound of the laughter of bygone days still ringing,
breathed deeply and smiled. Because the memory will always remain, friendships found and a million blur. And above all, smile because treni want to come back another day.

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