Dream Journal
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Last published Wed, Feb 17, 2021
Work-In-Progress!!
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Author's Note: I'm a sucker for romance, and sometimes, I have wacky dreams about it! So, per my own desire of writing about it in depth as well as the requests of my friends, here I am, telling you about my y/n-like dreams as if it was a book. So cliche, right? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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PS: The people I mention are never real unless I say that they're real. They also do not have names because for some reason, the people in my dreams are strangers. I also do not remember their faces haha-
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