Mom:"hey sweetheart, me and dad just got back from the tour of the town. We're going out tonight. Ly💕"
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Oh god.. It was only a dream, thank god
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Logan: what did you dream?
Mary: my parents got into a car accident and then we went to Vegas
Logan: oh, you scared me when you woke up, bc you didn't know anything. I'm glad it was only a dream
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He puts takes my hand and holds it. When we came home i still couldn't believe that was a dream. It seemed so real
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Logan: Imma go shower
Mary: yeah me too, i just need to take this
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I take my phone and call my mom
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Mom: heey sweetie! how ya doing?
Mary: great! Just had a weird dream
Mom: oh.. honey, was it about us?
Mary: yeah, you had an car accident. Please mom be careful out there
Mom: oh God Mary... It unpossible for us to get in a car accident. We take a bus or we walk to our certain places
Mary: okay.. imma go now. Bye ly!
Mom: ly too!
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I went upstairs and jumpend in the shower. Few minutes later I go downstairs, Logan was making himself a sandwich
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Logan: do you want one?
Mary: no, i'm fine
Logan: sure?
Mary: yep
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We sit down at my couch and watch tv. As he started to eat his sandwich and as i saw him i got hungry
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Mary: Logan, could you get me a glass of water?
Logan: okay.. Just don't eat my sandwich
Mary: i won't◇
He goes away, i take a small bite of his sandwich, it was so delicious. He comes back with another sandwich
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Logan: here you go
Mary: but-
Logan: i know you're hungry
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I giggle
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I take the sandwich and start eating it
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Logan: and where's my award?
Mary: sorry, i think i'm in love with this sandwich
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I laugh. He takes it from my hands
Logan: (to sandwich) hey bro, see that beautiful thang there, yeah? well thats muh gurl, okay? mineee! You can't steal her from me!
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He was obviously joking so I laughed. He gives it back to me and i finish it
Mary: i didn't know you were good at doing sandwiches
Logan: what could i say, i'm good at doing stuff😏😂
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He smirks
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Mary: ew😂
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We laugh
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Logan: hey, what do you think, how are people going to react to our dance?