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There was a contest to take as much clothes as you want from the clotheslines and then it would be yours. So I see a lot of people grabbing clothes, also me I have a pile of clothes next to my feet. But then I don’t feel so good so I have to lie down onto the grass. I can’t breathe and feel like I am going to die. The people around me were also thinking I was dying, but instead of helping me, they ran to my pile of clothes to take them. I stood up and chased them away, that it was no manners to do this.
I lie down again and I am feeling worse. A man comes along and tells me he can help me heal. He performs a kind of exorcism and I feel myself floating in the air and saying such…
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