Tuesday, December 17th 2013
My best friend died August 25th 2012. Her name is crystal, she's also a dog. But she means so much more to me than just a dog, she was a mans best friend to me. She was a black Pomeranian with brown paws and a white strip going up her tail. Miss you buby.
1) My view was in sepia. I was petting crystal, talking to her while she walked around my legs. Mom looked at me suspiciously. I looked back at Crystal but she was gone. My hands were still in the formation that I was petting her. My view is now black and white. I was standing in the living room, my view now in sepia. I was holding crystal like a baby on her tummy, talking to her like it was so normal. "What are you doing?" Asked a voice. "Petting crystal," I looked up to see who. It was. My view changed back to black and white. I looked down to see my arms were empty. I dropped my arms and kept walking.
2) I don't remember
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