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Last night I dreamt thinking about how my day went. I went to the sunny state. It was so warm and bright. I wore a nice beige color outfit that went along with my nike air max 270’s shoes. I kept hearing the number 23, everytime I heard that number it made me want to submerge my head in ice cold water.
I inhaled the nice silky warm pancakes with syrup “cuz” I was hungry. We went to the beach and when we got there there was a tiny goldfish that was flapping out of the water. It was by far the definition of cruel summer by Taylor swift. I hear the word “Hola” from a short distance, I look down and all of a sudden I see sandman growing out of the sand, we played in the refreshing ocean water that felt amazing on a hot summer day in florida, I think to myself “a cold raining day in wisconsin could never beat this”. “I love you” says the sandman as the water washes him away.
I woke up to the word woah! As I hear somebody calling Andrews name.
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