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My best friend Allen hated my music, I had cassettes of old rock albums. He especially hated credence, “let the midnight special shine the light on me”.
He died in a head on at midnight.
I was dreaming about him, he put his arm around my shoulder and said goodbye.
Then I woke up to a loud noise. All my cassettes had flown across the room and onto the floor.
He died that night