In my dream I had a son named Arbo.
He wanted to go to soccer camp
so I arranged it.
We had looked forward to it for months.
When we got there the other kids showed up.
They were only as tall as a small truck tire.
Arbo had fun anyway and made some friends.
His coach liked him a lot.
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