where is him?
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a girl wakes up and shock after dream she had. her heart nonstop beating fast. her eyes can't blink twice just once. she look at the clock exactly 4 am.
she heard the drops of the faucets water . and she look at the window.dog is barking on their cages.
she felt trembling , fear, and confuse . she was shock again realizing it was just dream until she woke up again and realize she look at the clock same time four a.m.
the loop begun and she need to find her brother.
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