He groans. He was exhausted. The dream had been vivid last night. He rode his bike, turning to go down his usual street only to find it cut off by an accident You've got to be kidding me he sighs, turning his bike. As he drives, he turns a corner. It seemed like a quiet street at first. Then it became familiar. He heard a scream. His eyes looking up as he saw them falling. A figure on the roof, he hopped off his bike rushing to them. His arms heavy as he catches them in time You're real..
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