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…I remember hearing the birds chirping in the park.  I could hear crows cawing in the distance.  The breeze was cool as it passed through the leaves of the trees.  The park was so peaceful when I re-entered my dream.

Where was my lover?  Where had she gone?  That is all I could hear myself saying silently to myself.  In that very second, I felt my heart beating ever so slowly.  I started to feel lonely.

The park had become less crowded.  The sound of children laughing and playing had disappeared.  This was not the same dream as that I had before.

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I was walking down a street, I saw her, my lover, riding on a yellow bicycle.  I could tell on her face that she was sad, sad at me.  She kept riding her bicycle down the street looking at me.

As I was walking along her, I saw my colleague and his wife standing at the street corner.  I wasn’t sure why but I felt like I needed to hide the fact I was in love with this girl.

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