When I went to the Chicago ballet with my best friend, Tess, I thought the most memorable part was going to be the dancing or maybe the music. But instead it's that tall boy with dark hair and blue eyes I remember. Why was he staring at me? And it wasn't a flirty kind of stare either, it was way too intense. That night I dream of a girl, and there is shooting, shouting, and blood.
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[T]his time the dream changed. This time, she was doing the dreaming. And it was a dream she was struggling not to have. But let me say, she was spectacularly unsuccessful at stopping it. And so was I. (p. 17)—From Dreaming Anastasia by Joy Preble