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My Dream
I had a dream. I dream I was fighting me dream. I won. we became friends. We went to bed and in the morning he wasn't there. I started to look for him. I was gating tired and at last I find him under my bed. He was 8 feet tall and I said "Go away, my mom will see you." The End.
Article posted October 30, 2008 at 11:26 AM •
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