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Strange dream

In the middle of the night, I got up thirsty. And I went to the kitchen To drink a glass of water; Iit was 2 o'clock And everybody was sleeping, But the television was on; I got surprised; I remembered very well I had turned it off before; As I headed towards it To turn it off I saw it was not playing a regular program; It had a snapshot of a photo And played it on; There were black letters On a white background; This is what it wrote: «I hate you!» «I want to see you weak and brittle!» «I want to see you crawl!» Io instead of turning it off, I grabbed it and threw it from the fifth floor;

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