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  • Things get better and better. This time I dreamt some very famous pop singer (who probably doesn't even exist in the real world since I can't remember who she was...) was singing in this very weird concert... picture something in the streets of a dirty yet colorful village by a river or something, and she called me to play acoustic guitar. I suck at playing acoustic guitar. I really do. And I had an acoustic guitar with a white porcelain plate and blue paintings.
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