“This is insane! This … I can't … I can't deal with this! This, um … this can’t be real!” Darius said. “I'm dreaming! I must be dreaming! It's got to be one of those lucid dreams where you realize you are dreaming, and then you do something, and it wakes you up!”
Allison scowled, looking frustrated—banged on the door with both hands hard enough that it vibrated the door on its hinges.
“Well wake up honey because this is real! It's not a dream and I'm not going to keep asking you. You wanted me here. You were going to let me in. You wanted to what? Huh, Darius? What? What was your plan? Are you that innocent?
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