While feeling somewhat defeated, I got on with life. I traveled...to spain for a week. I restarted college. I finally obtained a healthy balance between work and play. Things were going well. my legs recovered after the quarry incident. I even had a few successful dates not involving scaling rock. In all honesty, things have probably never been better.
And then...last night...I had one of those ridiculously vivid dreams in which I won the euro millions. Like those dreams that are so real that your just appalled to wake up.
Now I know, and am taking it as a sign, that I am not to give up until I own 20 Windsor Road.
Any ideas? me neither.
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