Last Thursday I was driving with my dad, we were going to my old town, 400km's from where I live now. When we were driving through the area where I used to stay as a kid during summers, I got this really weird thought when we drove past one certain hill.
"I was here last week, with Grétar. I was here. I really was here."
The thing is, I hadn't been there for over a year, and Grétar, a friend of mine, has never been there. But this feeling was so strong, I felt assured that I had been there the week before. I still can't figure it out..
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