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Dream fragment


I only remember the last minutes. I owed a rickety 19th-century theme park. I remember opening it for the first time and being shocked by the massive number of people pouring through the gates. I then woke up, it was 4.03am. That was an hour and a half before Clara's getting up time. I didn't get much quality sleep in between. In case you didn't know, 4am till 6am are golden sleep hours.






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