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... n into the dream was as smooth as an antelope’s horn. It was like those early school days when the classroom had only a few students and I would pull out a book to pass the time, only to look up and find the room bustling with noise.
By the time I came to my senses, the living room was shrouded in dense gray fog... no, this was no longer the living room. There were no walls or furniture around, just an endless expanse of mist. I was no longer sitting on the sofa but had unknowingly stood ...
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