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Rushing into the bunk, with his shirt in his hand, he hurried to his bunk, rustling the rest of his clothing off as he skidded into the bathroom, for a quick rinse-off, he shuffled to his chest grabbing his night clothes and slipped into bed, his head meeting the pillow, just as the bunk door opened and he could hear his bandmates returning, quitting down as they must have noticed him and the talking ceased and all that could be heard was various bouts of water turning on in the distance and the ruffling of fabric as each boy gotten dressed for bed as well, quiet quips of "good nights" filled the room, before silence took over.

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