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This lady was interviewing me about the sun and shit I broke glass the I played in it cut my legs a few times and my arm then I had a made pour achool
A man chased us with a brick through out my grandmas home until I got in and told
I don’t remember
There where gold walls
Some tall looking short guy kidnappes us ge was old to and ulgy
That’s it
I don’t remember my dream
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