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Last night, in my dreams, it was someone's birthday, or a special occasion, or no occasion at all. There was a little girl, she was maybe about six or seven. I don't remember her face and I don't remember details. All I know is that she was having an awful day and I gave her my pack of 24 crayons. Some were already worn down, and I tried to apologize, but she extended her hand and accepted them, as if they'd been the best present ever.
I just remember feeling like it wasn't enough.
I just remember feeling like it wasn't enough.