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 Sometimes, it was good to be alone. It was early in the morning, the sun barely rising, the birds barely starting to sing, and it was perfect. Everything seemed careful and soft as the world came to life, and Scout stretched his arms above him with a yawn. He usually woke up earlier than even Soldier, who lived by a very strict schedule, to take his usual morning jog. But no one seemed to notice, since he is able to return to Base, shower, and then nap before anyone else so much as opens an eye. Living most of his days with eight older, homicidal, and some even insane, men—and prior tow that, with seven older brothers—even he