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Something different

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LECTURES 150
Votes 3
Chapitres 9
Durée 58m

I always was boring, okay maybe boring is a little bit harsh, but I always was average. I had have a calm childhood without any drama's. Average at school, average at my studies and now I've an average job. Everything very normal. Unnoticed. I was happy. I didn't like to stand out.

One morning Sara woke up whacked. She had the weirdest of dreams, but was it really just a dream? Slowly she noticed her body changing en she immersed, without a choice, in a totally different world. Can she stay her own self?Tous Droits Réservés

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