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she told me her dreams 4

I was in a shopping mall
with Efi, I don’t know why
I was with him, they call

him smelly
and we were walking on
the first floor, and we

were near the stairs to
go down to the basement
and someone came along

and pushed Efi down the
stairs, he must have died
and everyone wanted to

know who murdered him
and I saw who it was

down in the basement of
the mall was a marker board
and I wrote a message

I wrote, “I saw who did
it.” And later I went back
to the board and someone

else wrote me a message.
It said, “It wasn’t Peppers.
He’s a good guy.” And I

saw who did it, and I
know it wasn’t Peppers.
A third person got to the

board before me and
tried to scratch out the
name Peppers, but I could

still read it. No, it wasn’t
him, I knew who it was, even
if it was only in the dream


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