Dream catcher||H.S.
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Last published Mon, Oct 22, 2018
**Dreams can come true**
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When sage wakes up in a house she doesn't recognize, a ring on her finger that isn't hers and a man with chocolate curls and emerald green eyes that claims to be her husband, She makes it her mission to find out whats going on and why she feels like this perfect life and perfect man is just a dream.
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"The last thing i remembered was falling" i whispered to myself. Grabbing my head, i felt around for a bump but didnt find anything. Turning over and placing my feet on the wooden floor.
I heard a voice coming from somewhere inside the house.
Making my way to the door. I placed my hand on the knob and turned, stepping out into the lit hallway.
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Coming face to face with your most sexiest dream can be good and bad in many ways.
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