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My funny dream

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Okay this funny listen to this. Last night I had a dream about me, Anna Blaylock, and mrs. Austin. Me and Anna were heading home but, I saw mrs Austin in leaving and we ran to her. Well I pulled out a frying pan from my back pocket and hit her on the head she fell to the ground. We put her in a sack and drug her to the eighth grade. It was morning time when she woke up and she said," why am I here." Well Anna and I told her that they moved her to the right grade and she is our teacher until we go to collage. And she thought that she was teaching eighth grade. And Anna and I were so happy that she teaches us everything .
Well that is my dream 
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My funny dream
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