Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Another exhausting and tiring day of school had finally passed and you were on your way home from school with your fellow classmate Fyodor.
You took a train ride to get back home along with him. However as the sun had set, your eyelids felt heavy to the point you couldn’t keep them up anymore.
When you had awoken from your short slumber you found yourself to be held hands with Fyodor while he leaned his head onto yours. His eyes still closed.
“Mm…”
He mumbled in his sleep.