CloudDreamer

I tend to remember my dreams, this is not my memory at its best.
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I am about to go inside of a house, when a friend of mine I haven't seen in a while pops out of nowhere. He looks just like he did when I saw him for the last time; petit, with glasses and I think a orange shirt.
He tells me that his glad we finally see each other again and expects to know about me soon.

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Ok, that was lame.