I was having dreams/prophecies again
There is a parade of clowns.
A red bus.
A baby boy.
Chica was there.
I was walking barefoot down a path stepping over a puddle of water.
I was having fluttering in my stomach like butterflies.
Just an FYI
There is a parade of clowns.
A red bus.
A baby boy.
Chica was there.
I was walking barefoot down a path stepping over a puddle of water.
I was having fluttering in my stomach like butterflies.
Just an FYI
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I slapped a man in the face and he told me I hurt him but we made up.
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