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wolven7I was in the neighbourhood of my father's parents' houses, wandering around, looking for something of my grandfather's. I don't remember if I found it.
The next section was something about a hotel, and the staff, and itt was a continuation of what i dreamt yesterday. It was the place on the boardwalk. The staff were lazy, mean, and rude to anyone different from them, even people on the staff. Something about Uncle Ruckus, and a commercial for Boondocks, that I watched with my mom, explaining why they had to tape the newest episode, rather than do it live.
Next section involved there being two of Kelly's cat, and realising that one of them was his brother.
Moving from there to something about Huey and Riley storming their local paper, seeing that there were eighteen human interest stories, to the three pieces of news, and forcing them to two write actual news stories. While there, it became me, and like four other poeple, and it went pretty well, with one of the hard Seasoned reporters, ejnoying the situation, and writing the news. No one knew our names, and I forced the owner and the board to listen and play nice, because they were killing their son, emotionally. They made the paper on QuarkXP.
Nostalgia.
The next section was something about a hotel, and the staff, and itt was a continuation of what i dreamt yesterday. It was the place on the boardwalk. The staff were lazy, mean, and rude to anyone different from them, even people on the staff. Something about Uncle Ruckus, and a commercial for Boondocks, that I watched with my mom, explaining why they had to tape the newest episode, rather than do it live.
Next section involved there being two of Kelly's cat, and realising that one of them was his brother.
Moving from there to something about Huey and Riley storming their local paper, seeing that there were eighteen human interest stories, to the three pieces of news, and forcing them to two write actual news stories. While there, it became me, and like four other poeple, and it went pretty well, with one of the hard Seasoned reporters, ejnoying the situation, and writing the news. No one knew our names, and I forced the owner and the board to listen and play nice, because they were killing their son, emotionally. They made the paper on QuarkXP.
Nostalgia.
