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Perhaps there was something in the Domino water because I had a strange dream as well. It isn't often that I dream about my past, or a past that had a young me in it. It was really weird. Of course now it's bothersome that I keep thinking about that place again, along with that ass that ripped up all my drawings one day because I was using one of the crayons and wouldn't give it up. I was using it, that asshole could wait. But no, he rips up all my drawings. I wonder what happened to him. Hopefully he was hit by a truck.