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... Why can't I meet him in my dreams again?" Avril covered her ears with her hands, grumbling as pangs of pain broke into deep lines along her brow. It had been a while since that magical night when she met her beloved in the dream, not a conjured image or imagination, but the real Oscar. She took out her diary and began to write, each stroke of the letter and completion of a word soothing her mind.
"She should feel blessed she met him at all in her dreams. Right. At least she saw him again ...
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