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Herry stirred and sleepily looked at his digital clock. The numbers 3.00 glared at him. He staggered to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. On his way back he fell into the the still forming web. Herry yelled and landed on sand. He propped himself up on his elbows groggily. The hot sun glared down at him.

He was in a desert, sand and stumpy cacti stretched out as far as the eye could see. The sand Herry had landed on bacme thinner further along revealing hard baked clay. Herry seached his pajamas but all he found was a toffe wrapper and an unused tissue. Finally he decided to do something, choosing a random direction he began walking.

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