I haz a soap Idea.
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Thread Topic: I haz a soap Idea.
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"Turkey?!" I yelped in joy. We haven't had any meat, except stale beef jerky, in months.
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brb
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Okay
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Kay Hat.
"Yuh! And the bread isn't even that stale." If our bread wasn't stale, You celebrated. "They must've been in a good mood." I concluded with. -
"I got raspberries, apples and plums. It was a pretty cheap deal" I retorted, pointing to my boxes.
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"Rasberries! I love those little things." I took one out and plopped it in Addy's hand.
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"Save some for the syrup I'm going to make." I said with a slight giggle.
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(Theirs going to be, Just wait for it)
"Okay Okay! Fine." I said, Eating one.
Later that night, I went to bed before everyone else. Yes, I had a pretty terrifying night. Here's how one dream went- A blood curdling scream broke the silence. It was Addy. A group of men had poked her with needles and injected her with medication. I tried to stop them, But I couldn't move. -
(Aweshum!)
Dinner that night was amazing. This was the first time I can remember that my stomach wasn't rumbling as I fell asleep. -
"No!" I tried to scream. My voice didn't work. 'She's not normal! She's crazy! Look what this shows!' One doctor Murmered. 'I know! I know!'
One dream quickly turned into another. Marshall. Marshall, Yes, As in: Me, was sitting in a white room. I was being given Medication. Appearently, They knew I was a Schizophrenic. They thought I was crazy. Addy layed lifeless on the floor, As men scratched at her and gave her shots.
"ADDY!!!" I woke up screaming. -
A shout woke me up. It was Marshall.
"What?" I yawned, he was clearly terrified. -
"Are you okay?" I touched at the bed next to mine. No blood, No holes, no nothing. I gave a sigh of relief.
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"What was that about?" I asked
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"Nothing, Just get back to sleep." I sta up in bed. I heard a quiet Crissht in the kitchen. Something must've fell. Of course, Assuming it was an officer, got up, And looked into the hallway.
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"Fine, don't tell me." I was, actually, a little frustrated. How awful does a dream have to be if he can't tell me about it?
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