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- I had another dream about you. You looked good. Cleaner. No more scruff. I asked how your son was doing. You said good. We kissed and I woke up, it was a dream. I went to the kitchen for water. I drank oil and it spilled out of my mouth. I woke up again. A dream within a dream, I woke up depressed and rotten and filled with longing.
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