Time Flies
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Last published Sun, Apr 30, 2017
18th March 2XXX
It's the dream again. I've been having the same dream for how long now? Who the hell knows. It's just the same dream of me... with a wizard. I don't even know his name. But... it's strange. For the past years, he never spoke to me. But this dream is different. He spoke. But only once. I can't seem to put my finger on what it was- nor do I remember, but he did say something. Oh well. Who am I to blame? It's only just a dream. I'll figure something out eventually.
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