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I'm a Roman soldier. At least in the dreams.
I know she loves me. I've never doubted it. Even when she told me I was the source of her problems. It That was mostly in the dreams. She never let me starve and she was willing to sacrifice herself to save me. It's just sad. Dream me didn't have you. Not really. She was stuck. Gods can't raise their kids and then the gods can't go to Alaska, so dream Hazel was cut off. But my dad in the dreams gave me a really nice sketchpad and colored pencils before we left. Mom used to say mean things about him and you and I thought you were...well, what she said you were. But it wasn't true. I wonder if it's the same in the dreams.