Today, Facebook reminded me of a 13 year-old dream.
“A group of very well dressed people broke in to rob us. We're crouched in the corner scared to death, when one of the robbers asked, "Vanessa? Is that you? Girl, hey!"
Then she's waved her gun in the air, and yelled at her partners in crime to put everything back. She looked at me and asked, "Now girl, what do you want us to take?"
There was a large, ugly, brown recliner in the middle of the floor. They took that. When one guy tried to take books, she yelled at him, and he dropped them in the hall. They still had their guns, but they became movers all of a sudden. She was orchestrating what they took, and they weren't happy, but they did what she said.
When they left, we stood in the middle of the floor looking around at all of the free space.”
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