It was a winter night as cold as ice, and as dark as the ashes of the campfire that had been seen by a small girl from the window of an orphanage. A campfire that had meant strength for the poor homeless people, until the night took the fire the way a murderer takes a life. Uncaringly, and without knowing what it would cause. But this is not meant to be a sad story, so let us focus on the girl, who looked out of the window, and saw the light and hope of those poor, poor people, disappear.
[Let them come.] she thought, she pleaded, [Let them come, those dreams, the beautiful figments of my sub-conscious mind. Let me see once more what I cannot see consciously. Let them come.] And as Heather’s wish was granted, and she felt the disconnected feeling of being quietly encased in a dream, she was yet unaware that these were not from her sub-conscious, because one other person now lay asleep having the same dream. The second person, the second person was named Bill Gates. Any Title Ideas?
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