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"Why are you calling me at two in the morning?" Cher asked. "Why aren't you next to me at 2 in the morning. That's our agreement. It's my night." "I'm helping your sister and you canceled on me... After I showed up to your house." "You are always out for revenge. You should watch less soap operas." "If you take my stories off the DVR I will never have a reason to return." "Why are you always right. I despise it." She laughed at my tantrum. "Goodnight I'll see you Monday." Fuck. Tomorrow was Sunday. Sunday was her lessons with Lukas and his fiancé. "Come after you see Lukas." "Nope. We don't exist to one another for one day out of the week." "And we split the remaining six days equally. I know the contract I typed it. I want to amend that part and add that you can never see my siblings again." "Go to sleep you big baby. I'm keeping your sister away for two nights. You owe me a lot. Now, let me sleep." "I want you to sleep on top of me." After I said that I got a dial tone.
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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