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We are in a dorm, all of us are sleeping over. I spend the night with Erin as usual, her telling me she loves me, happy, enjoying our time. When I go into Neal's room I'm talking to this kid named Greg from college about Call of Duty and how his game is broken. He did a certain combinations of buttons to. Glitch the game into basically frying his hard drive. As I was telling him about it, I was pacing back and forth and when I got to the door, I look in and see Erin lying on the floor too close for comfort next to David, their faces close to each other joking and laughing away. I get distracted and forget what I'm talking about to Greg, then I look back again and she is slowly inching more and more into David's arms, him laying with his head in the east facing west propped up a little by pillows and blankets, erin slowly creeping her head on his chest, putting her hand there too, David's arm comes from behind and begins to hold her. I get upset and Laura Hohen can see that in Neal's room. She goes to the door, makes a weird face, then calls out David how he should not be pinching erin like that because she has a boyfriend . David comes into Neal's room saying No, ok... With his trying to hide a smile straight face. As soon as I see erin walk in I start yelling if a year and six months meant anything to her and she started crying, then I made a sarcastic comment back to her about how the crying of course came next and I stormed off to my room crying. Then as I walked in I heard say she was going to hit me with the pillow. She opened the door and I told her to hit me but look out for the light she might break it. I asked her why she can say she loves me and when I'm not there for 5 mins, she's basically saying the same thing to another guy (the whole time we are yelling, fighting) that's when I woke up.

I was a nun living in a convent. my boyfriend and i were secretly dating and i took you to the bathroom and gave him oral sex, we were caught by Mother superior they made him leave, and the 2 nuns that found us brought me into a room and basically said "okay, we know how you once were, but that doesn't excuse your behavior" and mother superior took out a picture of her sister who was a punk kid and she told me how she was a drug addict and shit and basically comparing what i did to going down the wrong path and ending up like her sister.

Idk in my dream it was fogy and dark and i was standing on this soft grass. my hair was long and thivk like it used to be when i was younger. i was just standing there not moving when something colad and dark came up behind me and wrapped its arms around me and breathed in my ear. the air made me tremble and a deep masculine voice whispered in my ear "why do you torture me young one? so innocent and sweet you are but yet you harbor the soul that contends with even the most vile of all satanic creatures that walk the earth but yet you put on a facade of one that is pure and for that i ask is why?" not knowing how to answer his question, i storked his arm, brought it to my mouth and bit down. the taste was nothing i had ever imagined before because it was so delightful. but at the same time it made my head hurt. i heard a hiss come from behind me and it ripped its arm away from my mouth and turned me around to face it. the man's face was the most gorgeous man i had ever seen and his eyes made me want to cry because they were so beautiful. he looked angry and in pain that i bit him but his expression seemed to soften when he looked at my face. he stared at me fro a long while before kissing my forehead like my papa used to do to me as a little kid before bending down, lifting my shirt up, and kissing my chest. and then there was this burning

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