My whole life, I have gotten everything I wanted. Maybe not everything, but a lot of things. It was like I was living a dream. I never really wanted most of the stuff, nor need it. It just existed thanks to my parents. My family was your average middle-class suburban picture-frame family. The kind you saw on TV in those shows. At least, that's what I thought. The only difference is that I've always been an only child. It's just been me, my mom, my dog, and my dad. The "perfect four" counting my dog but really, is anyone perfect, and if so, is reality just a dream? Do we even exist? Who are we really? What are we?
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My Dreams
Любовные романыValerie has had a blessed life ever since she was born. She has gotten almost everything she has ever wanted and has always been thankful for it, but in the back of her mind, there's a tiny voice, telling her something, calling to her. Who is this m...
