Nightmare
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Basically, my friend had a nightmare back in middle school. It involved me, him, and six of our other friends. I somehow remember it better than he does. This is that nightmare. I added some details to it to make it seem a little bit more real. I'm going to update chapters weekly until I finish tell of this terrible tale.
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