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My muscles are sore from sleeping. My eyes droop from dreaming. I saw you Toots at Thanksgiving time, and pushed you into a pool, only your name was Ride. Or Ryde. Or it could have been Dave. Something. And then you were mad at me, and I stayed in the rented holiday house we were renting with a million other girls. And then I decided to leave, and so I wrote on a X-mas card to tell you... I love you. Even if you wanted a threesome.

Dreams. Craaaaaaaaaazy.