A version of Emma from another dimension visited our home a while back. She told Emma that where she lives, bedtimes are only for prisoners, and the only food they ever eat for supper is cookies. We managed to grab a picture of the intruder before we sent her away, but needless to say, our Emma hasn't been the same since. Saturday, February 17, 2007
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A version of Emma from another dimension visited our home a while back. She told Emma that where she lives, bedtimes are only for prisoners, and the only food they ever eat for supper is cookies. We managed to grab a picture of the intruder before we sent her away, but needless to say, our Emma hasn't been the same since. 
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Spooky. Inter-dimensional encounters are always unsettling.
"Last night, Darth Vadar came into my bedroom and told me if I didn't ask Loraine to the dance, he'd melt my brain..."
I can already picture myself bartering with her at the interdimentional hyperspace market over a used space-cruiser.
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