Christina Barrett
Monday, October 29, 2012
Dream
With the boy, it was like bleak but colorful bleak. Maybe, the car, it was a convertible, kinda cartoony but not really. I saw a shadow of his dad with like a curly wisp of hair saying there'd be no thoughts around the house or something.
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