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Steve and Amy had just settled into bed, when the phone rang. Amy picked it up, "hello..." she said.
"You're dead" said the voice on the other end. Then, with a thunderous percussion, the room exploded with a force that the other hotel guests could never have imagined.
Amy jumped up and screamed. Steve awoke and asked, was it that crazy dream again? Yes, she said as she sobbed. It was her again.
Steve rubbed her shoulders and thought, "if that crazy bitch doesn't stop waking me up with her silly "visions" i'm gonna choke her with the lamp cord"
Amy could tell by the tone in Steve's voice that he had had enough. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
As she looked at the room behind her in the mirror's reflection.....
It all happend so fast, the bedsheets flew off the bed he raced to the open window and jumpped. "Noooo!", Amy screamed.
Steve had taken LSD for the final time and Amy was now free to follow her dreams freely and without fear of Steve's notoriously controlling tendencies.
With a sigh, Amy flopped back into bed. Two hours later she was awoken by a pounding on the door of the Winnebago.
"Steve? You there, mate?" came a high-pitched yodel. It was Clint, the lank-haired handyman from the site office.
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