and i could swear that i have been there. i could swear that that green truck in the forest is the green truck in the forest that i remember playing near when i was little. outside sunny ridge, when there used to be huge big parties and picnics of all the families and all the kids and we would run forever in the forest, and there was always that green truck, covered in vines.
and i was still imagining stories of how it got there years and years since the last time i had seen it.
i feel like it couldn't be the same truck. but i also feel like it is, like it has to be. because i remember it so strongly.
it's weird. like a dream. really.
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