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Saw this postcard on PostSecret (a website that receives anonymous confessions) last week:
Makes me think of when I was five or so years old I apparently did a lot of sleepwalking.
One time I was found just staring out the window of my bedroom in the middle of the night. When asked what I was doing I turned around and held out my arm like I was holding something in my hand pinched between my thumb and index finger.
‘This is for Jody.’ I said.
Scary! What the hell was that all about? I’ll never know.
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