Just woke from the most extraordinarily lovely dream about Brit. A full-blown relationship. Like a Cameron Crowe movie. We were riding freight trains together. Bloodied from a snowy bus crash. Held one another tight. We were amazed by the other. Working out domestic chores and duties. Semantics. "How much time do you like to spend cleaning the bedroom?" Initially misunderstanding what that means and then sitting down and working it out. Being really groovy, living together. Really beautiful and wild.
Dice resists contacting her though. Mind thinks, that's not the new.
But really quite stunning though. I was a good man in that dream.
I can't help but plot...
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