KILL THE b***h!!!
“THE DRAGON!!!” I shouted, waking up from the weirdest dream ever. How strong was that s**t? Because I just dreamed of having a nice tea party with a f*****g dragon. I looked around my room, and saw... Well it was all in darkness so I didn’t see much. But something was for sure. I was dead tired. Like I ran a marathon or something. Slowly, just in case the dragon was still here and hasn’t left yet, I got up from my bed, grabbing my phone from under the pillow and walked out of the room. Wow. So... Silent... It’s creepy. Like I’m in a horror movie. I don’t want to be in a horror movie. No one wants to be in a horror movie, so why am I in a horror movie? I swear, if a ghost appears behind me and touches my neck, I will... “You finally woke up.” And, now like the grown up man I was I s
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