Sometimes at night when I'm restless and I can't sleep, my mind wanders off and eventually trips over you. I drift off into a dream where I am no taller than an acorn and all around me are the people I know. The people I've seen in the halls at school, the lady who works in the dash-in up the road where we used to go and buy cherry flavoured laffy
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