Broken Dreams
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Last published Mon, Jan 5, 2015
I woke up looking at the ceiling. My vision was a bit blurry. I rubbed my eyes that way I can see better. I sat up on my bed, feeling cold. I noticed it was snowing outside. Lucky for me my window was broken. We had no money to get it fixed. I threw my blankets off of me and slipped into my worn out slippers. I stretched before I walked out of my room. I reached for the door knob. It felt cold as ice. I swung open my door...
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