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Greta

Female | Teen | 3 to 5 minutes
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EXTRACT: I had the strangest dreams last night. Uneasy, you know? I was lying on my back and I couldn’t move, couldn’t turn over, no matter how much I waved my arms and legs around. I was pinned to the mattress. And playing out above my head were images, snapshots of my life. All manner of them jumbled up like a carousel of dancing horses. And in all this tumble of activities and events, holidays and schooldays, not one person was smiling. Not my friends, not my family, not me. A dead, blank stare on all our faces. Isn’t that strange?