The last thing you saw was a train going at you; next thing you know... You see a woman who seems to be made of clouds look at you and tap you on the head; it seemed gentle, but it hurt... You see another cloud woman—like her but shorter—who smacks you in the head with something black. I see you jerk up but pay no attention as I continue to hum, attracting birds—it suddenly became night... you hear a "tick." I didn't look at you, but I spoke, "Get used to the ticking."
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3Never ♂️Nevo
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01/08/2024
Never ♂️Nevo
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01/08/2024
Mr.Rabbid
01/08/2024