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Last night I dreamt about the brightest star, pina colada in my hand, yellow and orange mixed. I said to my grandma “hola” and she gave me a stare and said “love you lots” I said that's cap. When I walked to school in my black Converse high top, the megalodon jumped up from the pacific ocean and I yelled “oh god”. I was holding yellow eggs when Harry Styles started singing next to the Loch Ness monster. It started snowing so I made 3,568 snowballs and started throwing them at Taylor Swift as she was clapping for the audience in the art museum. It was fantastic because I was an FBI agent with long hair. Everything was blurry all of a sudden and then I woke up.
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