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It was my birthday and he was there as well and there was selena gomez at my birthday too announcing stuff and we were at like a super rich house for my birthday and then after the party we went to go clean up and all of a sudden we were at sip for my birthday with tracy and braxton and then there was a bunch of construction people that came in and said that we needed to put in a bed so i walked into a room and it turned into my mom and dads room and i was holding a baby i think it was zaya for sure and they did a super big bed in and i left zaya in the laundry basket to go wash the dishes and braxton was cleaning up the room near the bathroom so he was there then i looked at him and he looked at me and we made eye contact and it was so awkward but he then said that he liked me and stuff and in my head i was thinking like umm i have a boyfriend i gotta go tell shane and then we went home very awkward and then braxton texts me like “i’m really sorry i know you have a boyfriend but i just couldn’t help it like you’re tiny, pretty, sparkley, orange,” and then sent like lipstick, a painting emoji and some other weird emojis

I was breaking into the factory owned by really rich people. I had an accomplice but I don't remember who it was. I also had Spider-Man powers. Apparently, so did one of the rich people and she could turn into a bat. She flew towards me and bit me. Somehow, the bat bite mixed with the spider bite and made it poisonous so I started dying. My whole family knew I was dying so we held a ceremony in my backyard as a final goodbye. My backyard was normal and fenced in, but all the property around my house and backyard were Chicago buildings, and I could see the skyline from where I was lying to die. I was really weak, but I wanted to take a picture while I was lying there because the city lights looks so beautiful. Then I woke up

The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.

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