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Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree?…
So I had this really weird dream last night. I often dream that Kyle and I live in the apartments I grew up in. Well, what is weird is every time I have this kind of a dream we are walking around the complex, but it is always dark outside. This time I came across this huge pile of soil with a hole next to it with something slightly buried. I felt a twinge in my heart and uncovered it to find a maxwell coffee house can(the kind of coffee my dad drinks). I brushed off the dirt and opened it up. Inside were old papers and things I had collected from my job at PetCo.
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