Is this real life?
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I have always wondered if dreams ever did come true. That feeling of Deja Vu comes far too often. What I didn't know was that some of those dreams are real. I continuously have similar dreams, involving myself visiting four different places each time to meet up with four different boys I've never met in person. I never realized that the interactions I had with them, happened to them in their dreams as well. It isn't until it's too late that I realize that I've been flirting with four boys who actually do exist and appear to all like me back. The thing is... are they the same in their dreams as they are in the real world?
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