Man, I sure do hate the smell of chicken soup. But I must tell you about my dream last night because for some reason I was morphed back to 4th grade. Im pretty sure it was PE class and we were playing soccer in that space between the "pick up" spot and the entrance to the middle school, you know, along side the gym. Anyway, it was girls againts boys, so basically and one-person show. But then my dream led me to the Vietnem war, and I am stuck in the mud beside Forest Gump, listening to bullets fly past my head. Now I start crawling because Forest yells "GO!" Anyway I remember waking up and thinking that this dream was way to vivid for it not to be real. It was as if no one had chnged from elementary school, boy how I miss those days. I just thought I might let you know, seeing as I just woke up and I am writtting this. Well, see you soon, and remember for christmas send her some sort of deoderant thing, she might start using it so she wont smell bad anymore, just a suggestion.
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