The clock is 3 a.m and I heard how the ground woke me at first. It was not dutch loud but it was deep like a rumble the. It keeps vibrating in my little apartment.
I began to start up my eyes were shaking the forge was asleep was this a dream no it was not again it was like a groan like an old dude it was under pressure coming from that living room. I began to sleep out of bed.
I was barefoot the code was holding me my cart luna was already close to the door flat ears everything was wide, she had that too I grabbed the flashlight my heart doing that tap dance.
The living room was so dark the city globally and I was thinking through the curtain so another going happened again it was somehow like a dream where the old chef stood and there was so much nervous around and behind it was a beam of lights trying to hold its grip.
The chef also looked normal but then books slid off on the floor and jumped yapping hissed so the gun came back again softer almost sad. I decided to reach the falling book the journal was old like i've never seen it before it wasn't just mine but also very important.
I opened it I observed that it grown in a stop and the air began to feel so avian someone was also watching and what could this be this the moment I know it was not that good but it was something special.
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