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October 25, 2010
Craaaaaaashing. His body trembles under the weight of who-knows-what. He groans, rubbing at his eyes and wondering if he's actually reached his limit this time. Tea. Tea will help.

He stands up and shuffles unsteadily toward the kitchen, but his toes haven't even touched the tile before he's on his hands and knees.

"Cay? Cay!"

A voice from far away. It doesn't really matter. His breath comes up in short, ragged gasps. He reaches for something, doesn't know what or why but he reaches anyway and as he gazes at his hand it blurs.

"Cay, stay with me..."