"Well, I'm actually not here to tell a dream."
"It's not dream this time. Is it a girl? Don't tell me you're in love again? Nice."
"No, I'm not going to talk about a girl this time. Although-"
"Is she kind? Have you talked to her? What is she like? Does she smell like the sun?"
"What? I guess, it's been a while since we've talked about a girl I sort of like."
"Yeah, it's been I don't know a week? A few days? You're always in love, or something."
"But I don't-"
"I know, you're that hopeless romantic type, right?"
"What? Hopeless roman.. Never mind that, I'm not hear to talk about a girl this time."
"Yeah, but is she cute though?"
"They all are."
"Keep this up and you'll get that harem king title yourself."
"Oh, shut up."
"So what's it about this time?"
"Everytime when I go to bed-"
"So it's about dreams then."
"No, not dream. Let me finish. This sort of happen almost every night now. I think it has been, I don't know, since the start of this year?"
"This year? The start.. so it's about 9 months now."
"More or less. Whenever I go to bed, there is this recurring thought of me dying."
"So this girl you like, is her smile beautiful?"
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