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Thursday, December 7, 2006
I remember that I was a prince and some other main characters were my father the king, a princess I loved, and a fortune-teller woman. I went on some kind of adventure with the princess, but lost her. A memorable scene: I was in a bookstore and a lot of little kids were there to hear the fortune teller tell them a story. The fortune-teller told me that I was stupid for not following the princess, whom she referred to as "your youth-blood," which meant something like "soulmate." The bookstore had bright red carpet and little round wooden tables with stacks of books on them. Also, a little puppet show theater. And gold stars everywhere as decorations.


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