A true story.on a day the past 12 years. That year, I grade 2, I was a little girl ngịch bitch and do not fear anything until.I still remember very clearly that is a Sunday, I don't have to go to school. With the cold plateau of the country it is a source of great motivation to help me sleep, I sleep well my parents to go to work, I don't know. Until I have a strange feeling, a feeling that until now I still remember, and forget forever. It make me feel shortness of breath, heavy, as being a very heavy object. I tried to use the up but not, I'm just looking to be open. And then I saw a shadow, not a child, .... something. ... Not people .... look at me ... it was sitting on the I..What is it? I have yet to get the answer then it disappears
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