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Quick creative writing...
She jumped from her sleep at the sound of the crash. In the corner of her eyes was the well earned soot of dreams past. Quickly standing tall and proud it took a few seconds to push away the dreams and replace them with reality. For some reason, she though, I'm always running in my dream's. Before she fineshed the bumper slid past like a frozen fish on a butchers table. She could see the smoke begin to billow and the air start to bend and wave with heat. She could hear the panick on their voicees and the silence in others. She ran across the street as fast as she could before the flames frightened her. What can I do she though, I am only a DOG.