Living with Sally
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My first memory, if i think long and hard about it I suppose it would be the ants, thousands and thousands of ants covering my body all over my room and my crib. A bad dream that haunted me for the rest of my life. I wish i could remember all the stories i was told. the ones where i used to go flying down canada's narrow streets in my buggy, playing in the large parks, swimming in the indoor heated pools. But no sadly all i can remember is a bad dream.
Have you ever felt like you have been living in day ja voo, every twist and turn of your life you always feel as if you have been there or done that. Been enclosed into a position that you know the answer to before the jury has even taken the stand. Maybe you just have a feeling in your gut you have seen this before somewhere.
When i discovered that word a long time ago i realized that every moment of my life feels like da ja voo, Every day that I have to live with Sally.
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