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Natalee in Dream Land part 1
Have you ever had the feeling you know that some thing was about to happen? I vaguely rember going to sleep in my dorm room. Mabey, I was spacing out I don’t know but the next thing I knew I was some were but not her.
“Natalee what else do we need sweet heart,” said my mom as we strolled the store Ails.
“I don’t know mom do you have the list,”
“s*** forgot the list,”
“Text Jen maybe she will send you a pitcher of the list,” I said just wanting to get out of there shopping at the super market was so boring it was one of the chores you just had to do
“We need a turkey,” I said
“Jell-O,” mom
“pumpkin pie,” I said listing it off my fingers as I went
“Oh, mom I also need more calf medison,” I said as I forgot some thing
“Still have that cold” mom had that look on her face
“Still f***ing have it,”
We were still walking with are cart rolling in a straight line. He looked the same as he did in high school Marc Richmond, Brown long flowing hear, green eyes. There was no were to run. There he was with his stunning wife. They have been high school sweet harts ever sins I could rember. He was still so cute. Her name well to be honest I couldn’t rember.
“Hi Marc,” As he walked pasted me and what did I see in the cart Tampons. He was considerate to buy her Tampons. I felt the floor crumble under me. I couldn’t find my mom.
“what the Hell,”
That is the last thing I rember.
More to come

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