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bad dreams continue.

we were overage at an underage party and someone started a fire and burned her house down. and there she was, the rich girl in her rich car, holding someone else's hand, watching her rich house burn down without even a mere look at me. i was blamed for starting the fire and i began my reconciliation but all i could see was her face, with disgust - the look that she wouldn't ever smile for me again. it was the end.