Eighteen :
Two versions.
Girl and her mom.
Trying to break a curse. Gathering magic items.
Something told her about what specific items to find.
Two young brown-haired boys. They are magically inclined?
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Sixteen :
We are pretending to be firefighters? I'm just driving the truck. We drove to a call.
One guy drives his daughter in. Another firefighter? She is lying unconscious on a stretcher with a blanket over her. Supposedly she got tagged by the paramedics. Later on, he comes by to check because he hasn’t seen her in awhile.
Starting to become a little pit frantic. Found her tag labeled as transport. Initialed by someone we don't know.
He’s very confused and slowly becoming angry.
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Fifteen :
Battle. I don't know against who. Protect the city.
Greg (who?) became my boyfriend I think.
Passed through my sister's house. Other people there. I don't think it's any of her past/future residence.
Kittens. So cute. Resting in a cardboard box with their mom.
Raf, friend's friend.
Van full of people. Driving in a building. Raf's uncle drove down the escalator. After passing the first step, we went air born, free fall !
Drop!
And back on the escalator. We survived with no scrapes or bumps! Just screams and laughter! We also braked hard enough at the bottom that we didn't crash into the revolving door.
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Fourteen :
Riding a motorcycle. Rest forgotten.
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Thirteen :
Hotel pool. People coming in. Rest forgotten.
Heist. In Asia. Rest forgotten.
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Nine + Eight + Seven :
Forgotten.
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