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(Sorry about the picture, this is the only one I have of her at the moment and I'm too lazy to go digging through my photos so I'm using this one. She's the one on the right. Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled programming.) She's my sister. I've known her for 11 years. I call her Shell, Shelf, Bitch, and more. She calls me Frombo. She likes BMC, DEH, Heathers, art, Markiplier, and more. She's dumb. What more can I say?
Spencer
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Those are all pictures of Spencer. He's my brother. He's like 15 or something. He likes robotics, playing guitar, Red Dead Redemption, and more. I've known him for 13 years. I call him Spongegar, Spencer, or brother. He calls me Squid, Sydney, or Sister. He is dumb. What more can I say?
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(Transition)
This chapter is just gonna be about some of my weird ass dreams. I have quite a lot of them. We'll start with something completely iconic.
The Grape Dream
I was on a plane with my classmates. My friend Caila, who was usually blonde, bright eyed, and had her hair in a braid, was looking a bit odd. Her skin was a very light gray, her hair was a darker gray, and her eyes were bloodshot red. I looked at her for a minute before asking, "Do you feel okay?" She stared straight ahead, not answering. I turned to my friend DJ, who was seated on my other side. He shrugged.
