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NEVER MESS WITH THE DEVIL

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you'll ever regret.

AMBROSE BRIERCE

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I was dreaming about my childhood days, when my father was holding my mother's hand, she was smiling looking at him, I was playing with my brother, who  was teasing me, holding my two cute little braids. I was shouting at him, To stop teasing me but he was still doing it.  I was complaining about him to my parents and 

Then he threw water on my face.  I ran towards him, shouting his name and my parents were laughing, looking at us.  I also laughed hard, throwing bucket on my brother's face

I laughed hard, and didn't wake up from a beautiful dream...but suddenly I felt droplets of water splashed on my face. But why do I  feel wet? I touched my clothes, they were indeed wet.

"What the hell are you doing on my bed who the fuck allowed to sleep here?"  someone roared, near

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