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It's raining, this time, it's different, little iceballs like marbles crashing against the glass window making an almost inaudible noise, but still something I can hear.
It should still be 5 a.m., not early enough for the sun to come out, well, not that it matters anyway, I haven't been able to see a sunny day for a while now.
Again it's another strange dream about my childhood.
Miss Bett, Why?, I can't completely remember her face, it's as if in my dream I kept Miss Bett's appearance almost in detail, but when I wake up, I can't even remember what her face looks like.
The first of April is also something strange, if I had to say it, magical.
I haven't been thinking about this much recently, it's not the time to do it.
But, I would like to have answers.
