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Penetration
Jan. 12th, 2005 03:30 pmI had a dream last night.
That's it. No details.
Not really. So first my English teacher switched our seats around, so I was in the middle of the row furthest to the left. After that she told us that there would be a change in our next book. It wouldn't be what she'd said before, it would be Wicked by Gregory Maguire.
I took in a deep breath and grinned so hard my face hurt. One of my firneds was sitting behind me, and I turned around and told her in excited whispers that it was the musical that had been stuck in my head for the past two months. I don't remember much after that except for continuing to grin so hard my face hurt.
When I woke up, I had March of the Witch Hunters stuck in my head.
That's it. No details.
Not really. So first my English teacher switched our seats around, so I was in the middle of the row furthest to the left. After that she told us that there would be a change in our next book. It wouldn't be what she'd said before, it would be Wicked by Gregory Maguire.
I took in a deep breath and grinned so hard my face hurt. One of my firneds was sitting behind me, and I turned around and told her in excited whispers that it was the musical that had been stuck in my head for the past two months. I don't remember much after that except for continuing to grin so hard my face hurt.
When I woke up, I had March of the Witch Hunters stuck in my head.
