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| Last night I had a dream with you in it. We ran into each other in some big, posh place, and we were each surrounded by a group of wierd, punky kids. | |
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| When I finally managed to get you off to the side and talk to you, we gushed over each other for a while, but then you insisted on going back to your group. | |
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So yeah, I like to talk to myself. Yay levitation.
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| I reluctantly left, too, but then you got all indignant and mad that I let go of your hand. | |
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| Okay, wait, you're telling me this why? Look, just leave me alone, okay? | |
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