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from Courts, by Ward Roberts

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Lately, I’ve had a lot of dreams in which I’m in labyrinthine houses; hulking infinite castles with meandering rooms which range from being absurdly lavish to decaying antediluvian shacks. In the dream, I’m always supposed to know where I’m going, but I never do. But there’s never any fear, just a sort of indifferent curiosity.

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when ur friend starts liking something u rly like


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In the summertime of the heart - William Oliver

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