The wind howled and tore through the trees, demanding instant respect from all who opposed it. A rage contained only by it’s self, knowing it could do so much more damage but toyed with the idea; like a child on Christmas day. It beat the rain and the rain threw itself down like a cheap whore
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When I was a kid, I used to have real strange dreams. I'd get these feelings, but would have no idea where they were coming from. There were always things that came to pass, and whether they were bad or good, they still happened. The very first dream I could ever remember having was back when I was 9. I was in the backyard at my grandmother's house and I was playing by the little creek towards the edge of the woods. We were throwing little pebbles from the driveway in the water, scaring off the little bugs and frogs. Suddenly, my cousin Mike pushes me and I fall flat on my back in the creek. A few days later, it happened
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I don't like the ending..
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Thank you.
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No, sorry, I'm not. Thank you anyway.
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