manuscriptx
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Standing across the carpet from them, the stewardship of them all looking into my heavy breathing, eyes rolled back apparently in a transient state. Walking over to the window, lifting up its pane, breathing a soft cool air mist as they all wonder what's going on. 'Are you going to talk with us or not?' Stewart, a small insignificant soul, pudgy and plain, morbidly weak wet lips curled up and over with agitation. 'Come on, let's get out of here, ' WriterJohnB agreeing with Valkyrie's squinted eyebrow plain as day wearing sandals dirty and split in-between one sole. 'I don't like the looks of this' Vespetilio, a slinky and Slim Jim of cowardice, pasty and pale arms soaked in from the cold that is the evening storm. 'Did I ever have a dream I was so sure was real...' All of them on looking with awe. 'What if I couldn't wake from that dream?'
‘The dream world,' silent creek a door slamming shut ‘...and the real world.' window panes shutting onto Stewart's knuckles, 'this can't be...' 'Be what?' said Manuscript, 'Be real?'
‘The dream world,' silent creek a door slamming shut ‘...and the real world.' window panes shutting onto Stewart's knuckles, 'this can't be...' 'Be what?' said Manuscript, 'Be real?'