Ephemeral
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Romance
I knew I was different. I always had known. I never was a normal 17 year old girl, even though people always looked at me like that. But it was that moment I knew for sure. I wasn't a person who dreamt very often. Actually, I didn't dream at all. I always heard stories of my friends who dreamt about the most fascinating and weird things. I usually just sat there like 'hmm okay..'. It made me very insecure. Why didn't I dream? Was it normal? But then it happened. I had a dream. It wasn't a good dream, but at least I got one. What happened next was unbelievable. It was that day that my whole life changed. ~ A story about finding love, friendship, about the paranormal and about all the drama that is caused by Kara's rare condition.
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