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 | You know what's strange? My son keeps on having strange dreams. In each dream, he sees this wonerful forest and then he sees and beautiful girl playing a harp. As soon as she sees him, she vanishes. | |
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| Really? That's really strange. Oh, are you coming to the clebration tonight? | |
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| Mom, I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed, okay? | |
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| Okay, honey. Just remember to close the door when you get inside. | |
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| Finally, I can sleep... | |
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