I walked home with my friend from school. Heading home was through a californian type weaving of streets and close-knit, beautifully large town houses. We were in our school uniform and chatting away as if it were something we always do. A male of about 28, whom I live with pulled up beside me in a car and spoke in a paniced voice of the Condor's
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The dreams are best when they're uninterrupted and consistent. *nod*
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