I was in the dollar tree when i spotted something racist written down on something. it was one of the cashiers who did it, they were all joking about black lives matter. i started going off on them, we were arguing while i was writing black lives matter over the racist thing that was written. i opened a pack of sharpies, after i was done i went to the racist mans checkout lane and paid with a $20 bill.
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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
