Your Perfect World
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Visions, dreams and hopes of many go hand in hand. A perfect world that everyone seeks to create. Everyone wants a perfect world where all that happens is what you want to happens but what happens when your perfect dreams turn into a nightmare, worse of all, what happens when reality starts to disturb your dream?
An original short story by Timothy Nikatoria
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