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My husband was out of town and got separated from me. Trying to find me, he was approached by these guys. He attempted to tell them that he was from Memphis and that he was looking for me. Those guy started beating on him. He explained that his had a surgery and that they could hit him in the stomach. They replied we know and beat him until his nose bleed. Blood was running from his nose and mouth. My husband knew the relatives of one of those guys. They showed no mercy.

I walked into H’s classroom. I was wearing jeans, and a black sweater with a zip at the top. I walked across the front of the room and then to the back right corner. I thought I saw an open seat near Pig, but as I drew nearer I noticed an article of clothing on that seat. It was taken. I then went over to the back left corner of the room, and there I found a seat. It was near Bottle Cap Guy. I talked to him a bit, but about what I can’t recall. I had a black binder on the floor. Pig sat on that binder. I said timidly, "Pig, you're sitting on my binder. That's not good." I asked her to get off it. She obliged. Later, I left the room and headed down the hall to where the stairs are – the ones that lead down to the woodshop hall. They were much larger than they are in real life, and slightly curved. Pig was coming up those stairs toward me, holding a baby. The baby looked...pristine? Pig didn't pay me much attention as she passed. After Pig, I then had to wait for a class of little kids as they made their way up the middle of the stairs. There was another class waiting to go up, but I set off down the stairs before they started up. As I went down, I saw an old man struggling mightily along the rails to get up the stairs, about 10-15 steps from the top. I debated whether I should help him, and decided he would be fine, so I continued on. There was a teacher at the bottom next to the kids, looking at me strangely. Judging me, perhaps. At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a sort of "Dream" Vegas. I had a sunken feeling. I was so far from getting there, and it really sunk in then. I felt depressed as I meandered around this basement casino. I thought of what it would be like to do an interview about poker. "We" was a word I imagined using in the interview...Referring to "we poker players", probably. I thought about speaking strongly rather than timidly – of being a strong character rather than a weak and pathetic one.

I keep dreaming that my boyfriend is cheating on me with a women with blonde hair and it my birthday and hers at the same time he goes out and spolies her but my me little knifes from 2 different shop when we are taking the woman home which I'm driving I tell her husband about it whose is angry and then my boyfriend is angry with me and doesn't speak to me, then he gose to iran for 1 month to get away from me and it ended I was in a flat with my little sister and she tells me he doesn't love me but I keep texting him I love him.

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