When Its All Real

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I come to I'm still in the same place as before. I'm under the cherry tree that I was under before disappearing. I wonder,
~Was that all a dream. And if so it was a nice dream to have. Well I guess I'm going to be going through these places often so might as well explore.~ I wander around for a few minutes until I come to a shop. In the window a type rider is there. I look for the price and surprisingly it's a dollar. I haven't noticed it before but I have a purse with me.
~Maybe I took this with me from the other place cause I do have one of these.~ I look inside and there's hundreds apon hundreds of dollars. My face turns pale. The thought of carrying so much money makes me sick to my stomach.
~This place must be real. The sickness I feel is no illusion or joke. It must be some type of disturbance in the space time. Or something like that, well whatever. If I'm going to do something it's buy one of the things I've always wanted. An antique TYPE WRITER!~   I open the door and I look inside.
    "Hello? Is anyone there?"

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