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  • I bumped into my father in my dreams. In my dreams, I talked to him as we never talked before. I said to him how proud and ashamed I was, how happy and angry I felt, how close and how distant I saw him, here and now.

    It was time to wake up and I haven't finished what started as a dream and now is a conversation with someone that I'm not sure I can trust.

    It was time to wake up and I wanted to keep on dreaming and talking to that guy that looked like my father.

    It was time to say goodbye and that guy asked me if I can stay with him for a while.

    He looked disappointed when finally I woke up.

    He turned away from me, crawl into his bed and felt asleep.
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